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. The similarities were more than skin deep.
Am I supposed to turn him along the proper path?
Rennard asked whoever had sent him. I was a puppet in
life. Am I to be one in death? Better he make his own
destiny, whatever the consequences! At least the choice
will be his!
Rennard saw, to his surprise, that the young Knight of
the Rose was staring at him, not in fear and loathing, but in
desperate need. "Huma . . . What would he have done?
Would he have understood? Lucien was my friend, more
than friend ... he was dearer than any brother. Please,
specter, tell me, what would Huma - ?"
"Huma would have done what Huma would have
done," Rennard interjected quickly. Thinking of Huma
stirred memories and emotions that the ghost refused to
acknowledge. "Just as you will do what you will do."
"That is no answer!" Dornay said angrily. "Would he
have understood my need for vengeance? Tell me!"
I will not do this! Rennard told those who'd sent him.
Dornay's path must be his own! What course his life takes
will be his choice, not that of some interfering deity!
The ghost thought he heard whispers then, but perhaps
they were only his own thoughts, speaking back to him:
WOULD YOU CONDEMN ANYONE, EVEN YOUR
WORST ENEMY, TO A FATE SUCH AS yours?
A fate such as mine? Erik's thirst for vengeance could
hardly be as great a crime as those I committed. But,
Rennard could not help wondering, once he's done murder,
he might sink lower still. One day, he might find himself
trapped in a futile flight from those he killed and who,
because of him, would never be able to rest either
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