He seemed to have found the form he wanted. The figure of monaco was impressive and safe, he came up and sniffed peering at my uniform and began to speak in a dialect I did not know, but I could understand the same. The sound of the voice did not come from the mouth of the monaco, but inside me. I managed to guess what he told me. His words were these: Captain, your clothes are full of anger and blood and this pleases me, but your hands have not contributed to shed this blood. Maybe you dressed like an executioner to please me or intimidate, or do you want me to help you to be worthy companion of your robe, you still want to immerse yourself in your enemy's blood. Well, I'll help you, I want to quench your thirst for revenge.
But first you'll have to follow me, I have a score to settle with an Armenian monaco, I want you to close this account. I know your desire to retrace the paths of time, but now you must go through a road even further from your goal. It was once consumed an enormous crime, worthy of your robe, a descendant of Tigran was executed in a public square. You'll have to get to that inauspicious place and turn the tide of fate, you'll be hung by the neck in his place, thus making the race of tigran will be saved and my debt will be paid with monaco. In this way I will be able to add another mirror to my walls. After the execution I could bring you back and give you new life, but I could not do it and have fun in seeing you hanging like a leaf in the wind.
Here ends the story in first person and I'll explain in the simplest way what mentioned above.