I know I am making the right choice.

Malja may not agree but she isn’t the one who is being presented with the decision.

She’s the one who is hurt, beyond my help. Even though I am proficient with the healing magic required for the preponderance of things, this is beyond my skill. Not to be prideful for I am an accomplished healer as my Curith Consis proves. But this… her wounds are beyond my skill and far beyond my aid.

And the worst part is it’s all my fault.

It’s impossible to come to any other conclusion, it’s my involvement and entirely my fault that she is the way she is now. All of it. Every thing I did to help her only slowed her down, made her, and her control of her power worse.

I am incapable of fixing that.

I thought because I cared for her… I thought my care and attention would help her improve, I thought my willingness to help her grow would be enough. I thought together we could shatter the expectations of her potential. With my acclaimed accomplishments and guidance surely we could reach limits never before dreamed. Alas… I… I reached too far, I was an ignornat knaive. I was a fool.

Now the only choice I see before me is to agree to that blasted wizards proposition. He will heal her in exchange for me to never see her again. I will lose my physical appearance and physical substance for her second chance. I gladly accept. She will have a second chance to learn to succeed, she will never remember me and I will never see her again. But it’s all worth it.

Even though I am giving up my identity, my name, everything but my memories. Even though my best friend will forget everything, she won’t be incurable. That makes it worth it.

I am giving up what I look like, and I will never be able to recognize myself in the mirror again.

I know I am making the right choice.