Zed strode through the forest with a certain air of dubiousness hanging around him; something had taken to the Master of Shadow's mind. It was to a point that not even his shadow accompanied him, at least not in any easily discovered way.
Animal Spirit, I would ask what it is that you think of myself. While by many standards of Ionia I am viewed as naught but a mote of darkness, an unhealing scar upon their teachings of balance, there is something different about you personally that sets you apart from our fellow champions of Ionia. It is because of this that I ask of your opinions, rather than those of Duchess Karma or Lady Irelia. Such matters would be set in stone, for I have dared to tip the balance. But you, Animal Spirit...are rather unlike them.
You choose to be who you are, just as we had and still do. You are aware of the consequences of your actions, you have no regrets, and you have done what you wish to do. Really, our only opinion of you is respect. You made your choices, you accepted them, you live with them. You hide behind no illusion, no figurative mask as to who you are, why should should we think anything else but respect for you?
You do as you wish. if others wish to infringe upon it, you do what is necessary with no hatred, no malice. If they manage to slay you, then they manage to slay you. If you slay them, why should they hold any grudge? Your continued existence means you deserve to continue living as much as they do, to have them try and claim your life and have you dominate them? That means you deserve to live, and they deserve to die.
That is nature. Only the strongest live.