What if...
Our entire lives have been a series of "what ifs."
What if we had been at home the day of the fire?
What if we hadn't escaped Olaf every time? (Even now I shudder to say his name, even now when he has been dead for many long years)
What if we had never left the Island?
But the "what ifs" begin many years before our birth.
What if our parents had been on the other side of the schism?
What if the VFD schism hadn't happened?
What if VFD hadn't happened?
And they will extend far beyond our lifetimes.
I am the last of Baudelaire siblings. I have seen my sisters die. I have seen and I have done things I never wanted to. I hate myself. I have killed in the name of VFD.
What happened to the innocent bookworm?
What happened to Klaus?
I call what I do the Greater Good, but am I any better than Olaf?
I am dying now and all I want...All I want is to be able to say the world is quiet here without lying...
Into the Blackness I go, my life fading from before my eyes. I see old friends and family and old enemies and...
My time has come.