Stigmas by Robinka

Túrin

Then Túrin set the hilts upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black blade took his life.

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Forgive me, Beleg, Faelivrin, Gwindor, for I have sinned.

Kneeling, utterly broken by shame, I look back upon my life, the life of a sinner. The roar of water mutes everything, even my own dreadful thoughts. Can you hear me? My companion in crime, forever stained with the blood you have always drunk so greedily, listen to the words of a cursed soul.

I am no longer a man worthy of forgiveness. Those who could have granted me their compassion died at my hand or by my fateful deeds.

Hail, Gurthang! Will you slay me swiftly?

Aye, Túrin, I will.