Thirteen

I am a dead man; I knew this before even my so-called trial. Love lost, brutally murdered at my own hands, and I know that I lost respect of my brothers in arms, and why should they show it for one fallen so low? Friendship renounced while all I needed was a coin to drown my guilt. Yet, I will not allow them to stench you. Damnation shall be mine, but not to my brothers in arms! Thirteen! I chant. Where shortly I begged to die swiftly, I will avenge my legion, my brothers to reclaim honour by sword. Thirteen!