I'm really not sure what to say about this one. It occurs to me that I've done something like it before. I also am not sure whence it came, as I'm feeling especially low or depressed lately. Anxious, yes, but not depressed.
Poor Farre has had nothing but one angst-filled moment after another since the ritual. It's kind of sad. He was so certain he was meant for greatness.
And maybe he is. I've not worked that part out yet.
