Feels thread, after session report edition.

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>>54944647

It was because of me that our house ended frozen in the crystal and you had to endure the tortures of imprisonment.
The entity that had tricked me then pointed to one simple solution to the problem. I only had to steal a powerful weapon from treasury in another plane of existence, belonging to an almost-devine creature.
My friends did it. I just... tagged along, I guess? I remember fights and travels, Fae and demons, twisted unescapeable prison, but they did most of the work, carried the burden along me.
The weapon I... we recovered, a spear, tears apart any enchantment. I saved you, broke the ice trap that would in time become your tomb. But in saving you, I almost condemned you. For you see, I am cursed and the curse lays within my sword.
The damn thing rests against a wall, mocking me with it's presence. But I digress...
When you came from the house I felt fear. It was because of your eyes. They were full of mad, blind worship directed towards me. I saved my family, only to see it driven mad, praising even the earth I had stood upon. My friends attempted to use the spear to calm you down by touching you with it. It didn't work, but then they tried it upon me. It was then when I snapped.

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>>54944920
Now I know it's the sword's characteristic. While it may be sharp, great weapon, boosting my strength, it also feeds on my insecurities, self-doubt and provokes over-the-top kindness and respect in other people. The longer I am close to them, the worse.
When I was almost touched by the spear, I became enraged, lashing out at my companions. We struggled for a bit before I calmed down and the effects holding you wore down. Then I did the only thing that seemed sensible.
I ran.
I hurt you and my further presence in our house would only make it worse for you and my brothers and sisters. Almost as bad, I almost killed my friends. I know for sure that in the very moment, I wanted to do so.
I can not discard the blade, as it's part of the curse. I am now in safe place, with a man I can trust to train me to control it. Don't worry about me.
Do not try to find me. Do not try to make me leader of our merchant company. Do not write books in my honour. Become yourself, not some thralls caught in constant circle of worship. I beg you.

Your son,
Simon.

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>>54945125
After I had sealed the letter, I blowed the candle out. I didn't need it anymore.
Moreover, in the darkness noone would see the tear or two that had fell.