I am hard, I am soft. I am wet, I am dry. I am white, I am blue, and dangerous too.

I'm the child of a whore and my hair, it's barely there. I now rock from bow to stern with a girl who's badly burned.

I am tall, I am strong. I'm a fearsome guard. But my lack of completion makes my job rather hard.

I am the difference between blast and breeze, flame and foil, life and death. I am the exception to the rule.

I served the king 'til my days were done. My penchant for whoring got me killed by a son.

"You can remember the words, but can you comprehend them?"

Who is the Gazer? And what is the reasoning behind their continued guilt and deception?