Kneel before me, it is I. Your "Kell". Before my eyes I witness, the loyalty of Dregs. All of you. What is it I see in you? Those burden you carry. Let them be mine. Kell or King, I slaughtered by the armies. I struggle not. But what is this light you carry? Can't you see? Why do you feel at home when gazing upon the stars that only come out at night? Darkness engulfs you. But you seem in peace. Why do you not glare at the sun? There is a knife. It takes the shape of [understanding]. Make your thoughts wonder, as your struggles fades away. Death is only common.