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." Caramon smiled, remembering the
antics of the merry kender. But the smile soon faded. Shaking his
head, he continued.
"I knew that someday I'd have to think about Raistlin. I'd have
to sort it out in my mind." Raising his head, Caramon looked at
Justarius directly. "I had to make myself understand what Raistlin
was, what he had done. I came to face the fact that he was evil,
truly evil. That he had jeopardized the entire world in his lust for
power, that innocent people had suffered and died because of
him."
"And for this, of course, he was granted salvation!" Dalamar
sneered.
"Wait!" Caramon raised his hand, flushing. "I came to realize
something else. I loved Raistlin. He was my brother, my twin. We
were close, no one knows how close." The big man could not go
on, but stared down at his sword, frowning, until, drawing a
shaking breath, he lifted his head again, proudly. "Raistlin did
some good in his life. Without him, we couldn't have defeated the
dragonarmies. He cared for those who . . . who were wretched,
sick . . .like himself. But even that, I know, wouldn't have saved
him at the end." Caramon's lips pressed together firmly as he
blinked back his tears. "When I met him in the Abyss, he was near
to victory, as you well know. He had only to reenter the Portal,
draw the Dark Queen through it, and then he would be able to
defeat her and take her place. He would achieve his dream of
becoming a god
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