One of the greatest joys you have given me, son is the day as a young cub you told me you accepted the responsibility of living and carrying the curse of lycanthropy. That day, my heart swole with love. For you too must deliver the Mercy to any infected that cannot accept this dreaded burden. You must end anyone you infect, Allistair. Or else greater tragedy will befall the world. Imagine the pain of a mother who must give the Mercy to their own cub. You. Bryna and Cailleach too. I am so very proud to have raised and trained you, son.
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