"Your assumptions are right, Clara. Sir Sanus, from what we can declare from the results of our procedures, is no longer fit to take care of himself or his property. I entrust you to act as his caretaker. You will have control over his money, property, all the while mandated to take care of him... You tremble, Clara, why is that? Do not fear Verrdith, he can do you no harm. He may be lost in his thoughts, but he wedded a woman such as yourself, it would be foolish of him to cause such harms to you, a sweet woman."

Verrdith Sanus

"I know naught but this hell I was born, and have lived in."

"I have built myself from nothing, and every single leech in this world decided my blood was most tender."

"Yet, I ask myself, is it my fault? Truly, to give them the opportunity to do such a thing..."

"Should I kill them for it?"

"Yes... That would be the best course of action."

"No, that's wrong, I can't. They don't deserve such a fate, even for their terrible sins."

"Clara, may you tremble with fear tonight, for tonight may be the night I take your life!"

Verrdith, declared clinically insane by doctors, has had his rights to both his mining company and his manor revoked to his wife, Clara. Consumed by rage and illness, Verrdith talks to himself, pondering whether taking her life is worth the cost of getting everything he lost back into his grasp. Perhaps, a secondary opinion would help him make that decision.