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.
For anyone.
That...is yet to come.