Moral Cripple

Ah yes, while you and I were shedding other people's blood, an Orc woman was kidnapped... I suppose it was our avenger whose rhino we stole... Should we find him now? What do you think, {username}?
I sometimes despise myself... Is that because I despise others, too?
What is sad, we laugh at; what is laughable, we grieve at; but, to tell the truth, we are fairly indifferent, generally speaking, to everything except ourselves. Again I was mistaken; the love of a savage is little better than that of your lady of quality, the barbaric ignorance and simplicity of the one weary you as much as the coquetry of the other. I am not saying that I do not love her still; I am grateful to her for a few fairly sweet moments; I would give my life for her—only I am bored with her...

Over me the word "marry" has a kind of magical power. However passionately I love a woman, if she only gives me to feel that I have to marry her – then farewell, love! My heart is turned to stone, and nothing will warm it anew. I am prepared for any other sacrifice but that; my life twenty times over, nay, my honor I would stake on the fortune of a card... but my freedom I will never sell.

I feel like we're getting closer to solving the mystery. Each of them lost something important, something that made them a different person... A stranger? Interesting... Let's try to find out more.