"As shadow gives depth to light, so the interplay between creation and destruction, between love and hate is what gives the wondrous depth to life. One feeds upon the other." There was wonder in the Abbot's voice as he spoke the traditional commentary. "All life depends on death. Every thought and every action reveals this. Inescapably. So, as we bless, we destroy. As we destroy, we bless.
It is the intention of one's heart alone that is the true judge."
According to the Order, Jason was ordained and sanctified to deliver the Extreme Unction. But now he new himself as merely a hit-man for a loathsome band of self-righteous power merchants. He grimaced, picturing himself in a blood-slicked butcher's apron, holding a raised cleaver over this Wizard's neck.
So there it was. The picture was complete. He was under the Order's decree to possibly assassinate the man his friend considered a special teacher. That's how far from his own truth Jason had fallen, how self-sabotaging. How could his honest intention in seeking his birthright have brought him to this, more at odds with himself than ever.
He was s scared to imagine.