To Whoever it Concerns:

The winter is damning to the soul. It consumes your being, forces you into seclusion. If there is a snow it blinds your vision and sends you tumbling to the ground. You cry out in misery: Fais-moi miséricorde! Mercy never comes to those who fall, only misery. Misery and winter. That is the world we live in, even in summer. A world that looks upon the face of a man and sees only his socioeconomics instead of the soul that truly possesses him. That is why I pity Quasimodo.

He asks for nothing but companionship from men and we disown him. Like pigs we binge eat on attention, he is the runt of our liter, our community, my community. He is one of us and we betrayed him.

In order to survive, we must sustain our food source, sustain our shelter accommodations, and sustain our brotherhood, in Quasimodo's case, he has been denied food source, been given a cruel accommodation, and rejected the chance of brotherhood.

Many times I have wondered what he ponders about. What he believes the world is like. I suspect that he is innocent, like a child, an isolated, ill-socialized and institutionalized child who's only default setting is wonder to the world, but hatred to mankind.

His only regret is not being able to physically destroy us.

My only regret, is not letting him.

For even though Claude placed him there, it was I who was the catalyst, I who began this crusade of justice that included my daughter, who is indeed a pawn in my social reform plan. I regret bringing this idea into my comrades' heads: that we can rule the world and become kings of ourselves. I regret removing Quasimodo from us, for he was my brother, he is my brother, we would not have scolded or degraded his worth if we would have seen his true face. I remember his smile, how beautiful it was, how simple and innocent his eyes were, for there were no deformities! I saw only a human being before me, one that was misunderstood and hurt like I was, like I still am. But I was blinded by ruthless ambition and beauty of a woman, so much so that I discarded him and gave him to the man that kills all. Everything but his spirit. Quasimodo's spirit is the only thing he hasn't been able to destroy yet, and as long as he still stands and fights, so shall I stand and fight.

I hope you shall reconsider your options and join us in the siege, perhaps together, we can bring both the light of the world and the crusader of it to the steps of Notre-Dame and seize the world.

Your friend and cohort,

Clopin Trouillefou


Note: I plan to write a screenplay adaptation of the novel. I'm simply doing this for enjoyment, I don't plan on selling it to a company or anything, I just feel like that the novel needs a good adaptation (as much as I love the Disney version, it being one of my top five Disney films) that stays as true to the story as possible. A passion project.

I'M NOT DOING THIS FOR MONEY.

I DO NOT CLAIM COPYRIGHT TO THE STORY OR CHARACTERS.