I’m so sorry. I hate myself for doing this, but I sold you to the church. I took the gold. I thought I was a better person than this, but my greed got the best of me. I had to make a decision, I was at a crossroads. I chose this. I chose to sell you. I wanted to keep you with me, train you in my ways, but I fell pray to my faults.
You have a choice. Lay down and die, or escape and find me. Find me Jake, this will make you stronger… worthy.