Chapter 19 preamble

It was like looking in a mirror at a world painted in opposite shades: black hair against white hair; fair skin against dark skin, bright eyes against dark eyes.The mirror was too mysterious, a frown instead of a smile, a perennial glare instead of a friendly look. That's how I see Artemis Entreri, a warrior who can do the same moves as I do with the same precision and grace, and I must admit he's on par with me except for one thing. In the depths of Mithril Hall, how difficult it is for me to fight beside him in order to survive!Oddly enough, it's not the moral imperatives that bother me the most about fighting in that situation.It wasn't the belief that Entreri should die, had to die, or that if I wasn't a coward, I should kill him on the spot, even at the cost of my own life.No, not that kind of thing.

The hardest thing for me is to look at this human killer and know without a doubt that I may be looking at myself. If I hadn't met Zaknafein in Menzoberranzan, would I have become like him?If I don't meet a single person who confirms my belief that the dark elves' way of life is both morally and practically wrong, am I going to join them?If I had been trained by the vicious Briza instead of my benevolent sister Verna, would I have become such a cold-blooded murderer? What I was afraid of was that no matter what I believed deep down, I might be overwhelmed by my surroundings and eventually succumbed to a person with little compassion or sense of justice.I could become a killer, clinging to my own ethical dogma so twisted that I could no longer understand the truth of my actions, and condemn them all with extreme cynicism. rationalization.

When I look at Entreri, I see it all, and I am deeply grateful to Merika for the people I met in my life, Zaknafein, Belva Dissenger and Monterey , these guys helped me get on the right track.If I see the possibility of myself becoming Entreri, then I must also admit that Entreri could also be me, who would understand compassion and group relations, who would know friends, and who would understand love. While I was thinking many things about him, no doubt he was thinking about me.He kept thinking about it out of pride, out of a challenge to outwit me in battle, and I was seeking it out of curiosity, by watching what the person I might become does. Answer.

do i hate him Strangely, I don't hate him.I don't hate him not because of my respect for his martial prowess, which is limited to the battlefield.No, I don't hate Artemis Entre, because I pity him, and because of what happened to him and led him astray.He has a lot of strength inside, and he could, or was, have the potential to do a lot for a world that needs heroes.While I can't approve of his behavior, I understand that Entreri does things with principle.In his twisted worldview, I'm sure Entreri felt deep down that he had killed someone he shouldn't have killed.He grabbed Catti-brie, but didn't rape her.

About what he did to Regis... well, Regis was actually a thief, and he stole from another thief was no excuse.In Luskan, as in most cities around the world, thieves are punished by having their hands chopped off or worse, and if someone sends a bounty hunter to retrieve a stolen item, in generally accepted law , the hunter can kill anyone who steals, or anyone who stands in his way. In Calimport, Artemis Entreri dealt with thieves and villains on the fringes of civilization.From this standpoint, he can be said to be the same as Zaknafein did in the alleys of Menzoberranzan, a person who deals with death.The two men were of course very different, and I'm not trying to excuse Entreri's crimes.I also don't think he's a simple murderous monster like Errtu.

No, I know there must be other possibilities, yet I'm afraid he's gone too far down the wrong path, because when I look at Artemis Entreri, I see myself, and I see being able to go The possibility of love, and the possibility of becoming cold-blooded at the sight of losing it all. Totally cold blooded. Maybe we'll meet again and have a good fight, and if I kill him, I won't cry for him.At least not for who he is now, but more than likely, I will cry for who this terrific fighter has a chance to become. If I kill him, I'll cry for myself. — Drizzt Do'Urden