I was a thief. A murderer. The swamp was my ally. But the swamp frightened me. And the old man wouldn't let me go. I was tormented by my sins. I reneged on the bargain. I would not be murdered -- like some commoner. Like those I had killed and dumped here. They would not get me. So-- I-- I shook the devil's hand. I killed myself.
Grundy stay with Blue.