Another phase is over. And my time is coming to an end.
Tomorrow I leave home. I don’t know where I am going. I have no destination. I have too much stuff for the road.
I’m leaving behind dead bodies.
God bless those that live, those that suffer on my account, and those that will suffer because I will be gone. I pray they find a way. I cannot protect them. I cannot protect anyone, because my name is synonymous with betrayal. I am Mordred.