My brother, all hope seems to be lost for me. The nurse, Helên, says there's nothing for me to do but rest. . . But I won't have ot.
The people of the Kindlewastes, they speak of the Ancients as if they could do anything. . . do you recall the obelisk? Where we used to play as children? I will make my way there, no matter what. Perhaps there's a cure for me yet. Do not follow — you can't stop me.