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Your knife slides between his ribs, and you taste Wyll’s gasping breaths against your tongue. The beginning of the end.
He slumps onto the spongy brain matter at your feet, his good eye wet with tears.
“I… forgive you,” Wyll says. Then falls silent. Forever.
But the words rattle through your broken skull, lancing pain the likes of which you can’t remember. Over, and over, until the chill fingers of Bhaal’s unholy purpose flinch from your ruined heart, for just a moment.
I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you.
All you’ve ever wanted.
The end of a beginning.