I have travelled back in time to the Battle of Glenumbra Moors, and in doing so have taken upon myself the guise of another.  The wraiths and ghosts that I faced previously are now very much flesh, bone and breath, and as I am forced to battle, I find I must palliate my conscience with the belief that by killing them, I am but fulfilling their destiny.  And kill them I must, for if I am to fall, then Glenumbra as it is… was… will be… would never be.

Sometimes it is best not to consider things too deeply.

S.K