The Vestibule of Heart’s Grief, Molag Bal’s palatial fortress; there are few places in all the realms of Oblivion more feared. It is in this stately antechamber where the Lord of Brutality reaps cruel vengeance upon those who have displeased him the most. Some consider it wisdom that the enemy of your enemy is your friend, of that I am not so sure.
Conscience does however make it difficult for me to abandon his prisoners to an eternity of daedric penance. Even in weighting their collective atrocities against the peoples of Tamriel, I find myself questioning my own path, and whether it is only by fortune, fate or providence that I am not chained next to them. Is that empty alcove there not reserved for me?
We all make wrong choices; do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. Does mean we are all evil, that there is no way back, that we cannot be trusted again thereafter? By abandoning these transgressors for their mistakes am I not abandoning us all?
And yet Mannimarco…
Only the naive forgive and forget; only the foolish neither forgive nor forget; and considered wise are those who can forgive but do not forget; for so brief is life there is not time enough to hold grudges. And yet here lieth Mannimarco, the King of Worms whom I can never forgive, but I shall forget.