I may not be paragon of virtues. In fact, I definetely am not. Nor I
claim to be. But I can tell a decent man when I see one. And when I see
a dog foaming at mouth, I know it's a mad dog with no purpose nor
reason.

I have slain Harker, for the sole purpose of consuming his life essence
and enjoying the show of his agony. Soon as he returned from Dis, I
heard a man speak to me, and I realised that this man is immensely
superior to me for the time being, even though I've bested him in
battle.
Even in defeat, he remained a decent man, who knows what and why he is.

Now you, Kabal. You have slain me a number of times, with more than
serious reasons. And yet each time you've left impression of a mad dog,
growling and biting at anyone who sees world from different standpoint,
or in different shade. It seemed as if though you are too coward to
confront yorself, and therefore you attempt convince others that there
is nothing for you to confront in yourself.
Even in victory, you were miserable.

X. N.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Bellum, in the year 474 AD.