I have met the Blind Man. I found him in a library in some city in France. He looked straight at me, and kept looking even as he opened his book and wrote my name in it. When he turned, I caught a quick glimpse of the blank skin where his eyes should be.
I can't remember anything before my twelfth birthday.
My past is shed, and I am as far away from my own humanity as I am likely to be. I am now worthy to serve.
Tomorrow, Master is taking me to the City. I can hardly wait.