Worry not, I can make sense of your drunken scribing. But, perhaps I am not unlike them in that regard.

[And while he's loyal as fuck to those he holds dear, he's also a bit untrustworthy in the fact he'll do anything to help him complete it, even commit treason to the very people he's sworn to.

Maybe he's projecting a little on the machines.]

Regardless, I cannot be happy till I have slain Nidhogg, till I have purged him utterly. But in so doing, I am not so arrogant to not realize that so too will my life be forfeit.

[His voice is even and calm, as if this isn't a conversation about how he's going to die.]

I find little point in filling my life with small enjoyments, when it will mean naught at all in the end.