Instead, I send up a caustic mental prayer to the god of balance. Is this what you think I deserve? Is this part of my lesson? Where were you when my cousin was raped and tortured for years? Where was your love of balance then? Or perhaps someone else was doing extreme good somewhere, and that balanced out Varthil’s extreme evil, so you didn’t interfere? A shitty way of doing things, if I’m honest. He doesn’t answer, of course, nor will I plead for his mercy.
