They were the bridge, between my past, the parts I knew and didn't, and my misguided present. The things were not only a part of the legacy I had inherited, whether good or bad, but they also knew the thing that had cursed me to an impossible task.
It was a curious existence, like having all you could have ever wanted but, not wanting it anymore. I had already decided, or rather, it had been decided for me. I had to kill the god, and if its words were to ring true, I'd have something to protect, someone to protect.
Thus, knowing a fragment of my future, I bet it all on the monster telling the truth, and from what I had seen, he had no reason to lie. So, standing in a court of all the knowledge I wanted, it fell flat, my curiosity.
I was not the only inhabitance of the body though, and the others had a burning passion, one I could feel, but not contain. It made me realize a flaw I had, though I suppose it was my body, and thus my birth right to do with it as I pleased.
