There's that sword. Damn, I'd better get it right, hey? You know what I think of this one... So much emotion, so many tears. She chose the wrong side. Poor woman, and poor Roth. You like torturing your characters, don't you?
Actualy I like to think of it as helping them grow into the person they were always meant to become. I'd like to think of Roth on the other hand as a piece of clay being sculpted by some malevolent god. Sooner or later Roth's gonna have to get completed into a work of art.
Yes, Lloyd, you are a malevolent God. He is most difinitely a budding work of art as it is, anyhow. Fate, I suppose, plays its part in any story, if that is what you believe in.