I was consumed with this feeling of revenge, rage, i realise now I was feeling the pain of loss. I was starting to feel like the souls I carried across the darkness. Why had they been so obsessed with living. This is torture. She will pay

I had carried her soul to the dying light, that had once given life, vision and warmth to her world, i started filling with souls for her. Giving the light a life support to live on, just for her

The exact opposite of my duties, I forced life instead of taking it, for her

It takes one thousand years to burn through a soul. I left hers where it would stay safe for a million more years. I shall find it relatively quickly.