(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The air seemed to grow stale and empty. A chill pricked at my skin as Iannis
stared at me in silence for a moment, until the shock trickled away. Then his
voice broke. "How... how could you do such a terrible act?" His hands were
outstretched, pleading. The wrinkles about his eyes deepened as his face
screwed tight in agony.
"It was not I..." I stepped away from him, swallowing hard, "It was another
part of me. My existence until now has been a series of incarnations, some
good, some evil. He did it for his own purposes, and I don't know what they
were. I am sorry, Iannis."
"You..." Iannis seemed to be trying to make sense of my words. "Why?!"
I shook my head, "I don't know, Iannis, I swear. But her spirit lives on still,
trapped along the Eternal Boundary."
"She lives?"
"In... in a way. I'd spoken to her when I first awoke in the Mortuary."
"That..." the blood drained from Iannis' face, "She must be set free!"
"I have already sworn that I would try to set her free... or join her there."
"If you have any decency at all, spare my daughter. There is nothing that can
be done to change what has happened, so I ask that you allow her soul to
rest in peace. I will find some way to forgive what you have done if you do
this for me."
"I promise... I vow I shall allow your daughter to rest peacefully."
"Very well, then," Iannis' voice was dry and spent. He leaned over his table,
bearing the weight on his hands, no longer having the strength to stand on
his own. When he spoke again he stared into the distance coldly, "Now
leave. I wish to be alone with my thoughts."
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