Elda Marker (
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trustfell2017-10-21 07:19 pm
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I dreamed of a world so far from here that's not on the map
To my Fellows,
What is "good" and what is "evil" is something that can be debated for longer than most of you will ever live, as is the nature of men. These debates are without meaning in my eyes. Despite that man's belief, men are not born to be good or evil, and what flaws they have in personality or character are things that can be overcome through their choices. Both for better and, as we've seen, for worse.
Life is not without suffering, but I should hope that every one of you is loved by someone. Loves someone. Many of you probably know that some of those loved ones are entering into an experience similar to our own. The terror of that is an undeniable sword which hangs above our heads.
Do not isolate yourselves, and hold onto what belief will best inspire you. And if you wish to join us for another one of these gatherings, meet us in the dining hall at 8PM.
Sincerely yours,
Elda Marker
PS: Those who can taste will once more provide food.
[ Well that sure is a lot of words which is being put under your doors, put on the fridge, and generally distributed around. It... uh, sure is a letter? It's in the same impossibly perfect cursive as last week, and is written with an almost angry bravado. Because even if she was vindicated at the end there, she was vindicated by a (by his own admission) evil priest. So. That feels bad.
Anyway, with some effort, the dining hall (which now has a lot of candles at Cabanela's little shrine, even with adding the two more here) is filled with food: Susan's got the booze as usual but also a big pot of mac and cheese. Adelina's done her noble best with some finger sandwiches. Yuri's brought some sweets that Estelle might've made. As for Elda, well, she still basically can't cook, so what she provides instead is:
A few board games including a Settlers of Catan, Sorry, and Candyland knock off. I guess we're playing games. Or at least she's suggesting it, who knew? ]
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[he almost smiles. almost.]
I don't know. I know I'm not the first person to regret their decisions, but... I'm not very happy with the person I turned out to be.
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Why not?
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[He doesn't really feel the need to explain that his father was a nasty crimelord. I mean, it's right up on the wall.]
...except honestly, I was just deluding myself. The only difference between who he was and who I ended up being was that I was an appointed political figure instead of a mob boss. I used intimidation and manipulation to get what I wanted and tried to justify it as being in everyone's best interests in the long run.
[he sighs.]
A lot of my memories put that into sharp focus, and honestly... everything that happened at this trial just made me spend even more time thinking about it. Am I just... destined to be Yakone's successor, no matter what I want?
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[...she shouldn't joke. Even if she's not really joking about that because politicians are terrible.]
If you don't want to be like that, then don't. I know that's easier said than done, but fuck destiny. You're the only one who gets to decide what you're going to be.
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I know. That's what I thought all this time, but... look how things turned out.
[SIGH.]
Maybe I should've put more conscious effort in. I don't know.
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