Alas that the time has come for me to make the grievous choice. How does one weigh the life of one companion ‘gainst another? I thought I was ready, I thought I knew, but… but this isn’t a choice between good or bad, it is all wrong choices and not one right. I can but choose which wrong choice feels the least wrong.
And as I watch the repercussion of my choice in fretful anguish, my heart beating in my chest like wooden thunder, a voice whispers to my stained conscience… ‘You must rescue me. And I, in turn, must rescue you.’