... Yes, I will not deny my bitterness regarding that.

[ Mixing, mixing, baking goes here, etc. Alphinaud works a little distractedly, but so far so good. ]

Ere that night, I had not once spoken with my pursuer—I knew his name, and only little more. Mayhap he were compelled into it, just as Sieghart and Clementine were, yet I still cannot help but wonder why. Why, out of everyone, were I to face misfortune that night?