Naberius, who had blood on his lips before his mother’s milk.
Naberius, who became the perfect weapon, because if he didn’t pretend he was choosing to be perfect they would have changed him until he was.
Naberius, who was such a deft hand with a needle and thread that even Ianthe envied him. Where did he find the time?
Naberius, who loved Coronabeth more than anything.
Naberius, who never thought the people he loved would cheat on him, and every single one of them did.
Naberius, who wasn’t very interesting at all.