“I looked at Hayle. “I’m yours, you’re right. I started with you, you end with me,” the voice said. “I wonder who you are, then,” Hayle said. “Because I’m not positive you’re Sylvester.” “I’m not. I’m every monster I’ve ever fought. Every enemy I’ve defeated. I’m Sylvester and I’m not. I’m the Noble that Sylvester will become.” A frown creased the space between his eyes. “The Noble you describe sounds like a monstrous one.” “Isn’t it?” the voice asked. “What a mistake you’ve made.” We stuck a knife between his ribs, and swiftly backed away, bringing the knife with us, so the wound could bleed freely, air escaping his lungs.” TwigSylvesterWildbowHayle Book:Twig Source: Twig