I've had a lot of time to regret both choices I've made, and choices that have been made for me.
My choice to kill the so called 'Marshal' is one such recent regret. In the end, I don't feel like there was really much in the way of choice.
With Jimmy taken out of the fight by the Marshal, and the Sheriff not looking so good ... It would have been a simple matter of time before shots started heading the way of Rosette... and I could not allow that to happen.
I especially couldn't allow Jimmy to die, it's likely that my words put him in harm's way to begin with. I have no idea what the Marshal's plans were. I have no idea why he was killing my housemate's.
Perhaps, most importantly I have no idea what Freddy was actually doing. I was able to stop it with blood magic, but it was an ineliquent solution, increasing the power of the ritual allowed it to end prematurely before any noticable effects were unleashed.
So now, it seems that the Sheriff is content with letting me walk around free, I assume that's in part for helping save his life ... and in part because he's not yet learned to fear my kind.
In the end, blood magic is desperation ... it's not safe, and certainly lends itself to being unpredictable. I hope there's no further consiquences to my actions last night ... at least for others.
On a different note, I'm not sure how much about myself I should really disclose to the Sheriff. Rightfully he should fear me, but he doesn't... and I'm not sure why.
There's far too many witches and warlocks out there for him not to be afraid... and far too many of them are far more reckless then I. Gambling for control of their own body for a hint of power.
I'll take blood magic over that, any day.