Regret.<br/><br/>It was one thing Valetni had forever carried with him. Regret for so many actions, for so many words.<br/><br/>If he could only have gone back...<br/><br/>The Jealousy, the Rage, the Fire, the Screams. Yes, that event twenty eight years still held much regret for him, so much regret that even now he was trying to put things right.<br/><br/>But even deeper, even further back, there was regret.<br/><br/>Vernasus. A name.<br/><br/>Brother Vernasus, a person, an acquaintance, a friend, a rival and then finally an enemy.<br/><br/>There was much that Valetni regretted, and as the cold, impassionate embrace of death brought him into its arms, Valetni felt Regret.<br/><br/>And then he felt nothing.