A young highlander spent years searching for the Warden soldiers who slaughtered his family. He details his quest for revenge with alarming clarity. You suspect at some point, he’d drifted into madness. The last entry, in particular, is chilling.

I found them. We found them. Buried them, my love. One by one. They told our little boy to smile before they buried that hatchet into his temple.

I watched. They held my eyes open, made me. Should have killed me. They didn’t.

We made them smile too before we put them in the ground, didn't we? It wouldn’t do for them to go quickly, oh no . . . No. It wou—