Ahura sees my soul, I would have never though to return here. My anger over pacts unmade, deamons unshackled would have never been enough. My feet feel this cursed ground once more, and I wonder if our father would laugh at the irony... Forced to leave home-sands again by tradition, by ties of respect.

There is much to be learned here, still. Much to be taught, now that blood from my own walks by me.
With her in hand, I will have more to offer up then any other voice.
Yazata willing, the sorrow here will listen... And consent to pact.