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It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I mean, it isn't as if I'm just going about hurting and killing indiscriminately. I'm only doing my job. And at least I'm not as bad as Bellatrix. There is a reason for all of this.
Though, come to think of it, I'm not certain what the reason is. Was I ever told? I know that He doesn't tell me everything.
But if I don't know the reason, then why am I doing this? What the hell have I gotten myself into?
No. There is a reason. I have power. I have connections. Life is on my side and for once I actually have the upper hand in a situation. I'm the one with more power. Yet here I am analyzing it, trying to find fault in my good fortune.
This is right. I have the right to do this. This is my reward, payback for the shitty hand I was dealt. There is nothing wrong with it. There is nothing wrong with me.
So why can't I look in the mirror without feeling sick?
The reproduction of the potion sample that I was given is complete. Granted, it isn't exactly the same potion. Many of the ingredients were impossible to obtain. I did finish it, however, using substitutions where necessary. I think that you may be pleased with the results as it seems rather improved.
I suggest avoiding the literary works of Victor Turner at all possible costs.