88. 63 - Extract from the Notebook of Bex Shadownight
Today's the day.
Today we'll be led out of this dank, dark prison and onto a wooden block stained with the blood of all the other unfortunate souls before us - with only oblivion to embrace us thereafter. I feel like I should write down some final words, final confessions maybe - but nothing comes to my mind. I've been so drained of nourishment that the only word that springs to mind repeatedly is 'blood'. And then there's the burning. The agonising burns those Sons of the Sword left on me with that fiery water would not go away or abate. If anything, they grew with each passing moment.
Is this how Uncle Tom felt when he was dying?
What regrets did he have?
What regrets do I have?
To die for good... To not come back... What is that like? Is there really a heaven or a hell? Never really given it much thought, but what was waiting for me? Eternal bliss or eternal burning? I wasn't a bad person. I mean, I've done some bad things but I wouldn't say I was a bad person. And it's not like I haven't tried to be better. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to wait and see, right?
But regrets... I have to have something I regret, right?
I regret going along with Annabeth into this mess.
But I regret yelling at her even more.
I haven't seen in her in what feels like forever. I hope I can say that I'm sorry before they can kill either of us.