I don't remember the exact moment I wrested control.
I do remember the rush of freedom. The clarity of purpose.
When I loosed my arrow, I sought to become his judge and his executioner.
I thought that if I could punish him for his crimes, I would be absolved of mine.
Forgiven for the atrocities he forced me to commit against my own people.
But there would be no justice that day.
That...is yet to come.