The battlefield was soaked in blood, so much blood. It seemed hundreds of people died here for all the blood that was spilled. The sounds of explosions raged with a ferocity like the end of the world was at hand. As one might expect from the end of the world, there was also the sound of tears falling from stained cheeks. The drops of bitterness and remorse fell for each of the dead, a pitter-patter of rain-like sorrow marking a slow drumbeat on the ground.
As the fifth body hit the ground, one side was already preparing to give up the fight. He'd accomplished much in this battle. It was a horribly bloody battle, and he'd be the victor this day. Even if he was to retreat in the face of his enemy, he'd be the victor. One could wonder what was to come of the war between these two sides at the rate things were going. He was injured, badly, but he could run now, recover, and come back another day to finish this war.
This wasn't your average war. It wasn't a county against another country. It wasn't even really a planet against another planet. It was one man, Sephiroth, with the aid of the chaos he was able to initiate, against his enemy, the Rosencraft family. It should have been simple. By numbers alone they should be able to avert the deadly hands of a single foe. But he knew that too. Sephiroth was no fool. He knew he couldn't win in a brutish headlong confrontation. So he planned, and worked behind the veil of their loved ones. He took control of the minds of their loved ones and used that control to set the foundation for his desires.
With this, Sephiroth had gained a decided advantage. He was well positioned for his eventual victory. His biggest threats were gone now, so he could prepare for his final stages of his plans. But that was not to be. Even as he was retreating from this battle, the end of his ambitions was descending from the skies.
That day had been a day that would live on in terrible infamy for ages. Several ships filled the sky over the Earth that day. One of the first arrived over Crystal Point in the early afternoon. It was some time before these ships attempted any sort of communication. Those were harrowing, nerve splitting hours of waiting. There had been reports that at least one nation tried mobilizing their military in an act of aggression, only to have its efforts swatted from the skies like they were nothing.
That attack was most fearful of all. Many nations tried feverishly to get all the others on the same page of an agreement not to provoke these extraterrestrial visitors. But one leader or another had an itchy trigger finger. They all feared a retaliatory strike would occur before they could get their heads around how to defend themselves. But the visitors didn't retaliate. It was though they were saying, "sorry, we thought that was just a tiny mosquito flying our way. We didn't know you were attacking us".
The tattered remnants of the Rosencraft were the first to make contact. They didn't do so on purpose. They had other things to worry about with Sephiroth. They'd just lost four of their pillars to him only a few hours earlier. They were having a little trouble mustering the will to care about anything else at the moment. The visitors, or more accurately the conquerors, didn't really know anything about that. Quite frankly they wouldn't really care either. These conquerors knew that the Rosencraft were the biggest threat to conquest and came to them directly.
The Rosencraft "were" the biggest threats. That became past-tense several hours ago, possibly before then as well. Their pillars of strength had crumbled. They were lucky to be alive now at all. More importantly, they had little hope of being able to resist another assault by Sephiroth, much less the potential of this possible enemy. The one who was supposed to take over as the leader of the Rosencraft now was so distraught they were in a virtual catatonic state.
"The way you all look upon me… I assume you've seen my face somewhere in the records of the kingdom then. Is that the case?" Drusilla Arenzai asked, looking upon the Rosencraft with stern, cold, eyes.
"Y-yeah," May Rosencraft answered tentatively. She and the rest of the Rosencraft were trying to gauge Drusilla's strength, knowing they might have to fight.
"You all seem to have suffered quite the battle before I could even arrive. I don't know whether to be cheerful or disappointed. What fun is a conquest not won by your own hands? Still, it does save me quite a lot of work not having to lay you all down myself,"
"You damn…" Lafiel lashed out, Sisi holding her back.
"Watch your mouth," one of Drusilla's guards demanded, preparing to strike Lafiel with his lance for her remarks. Drusilla raised her hand to stop him. He responded immediately, returning to his position. Drusilla looked towards Lafiel, Sisi Rosencraft holding fast to the bitterly furious Lafiel with the river of tears flowing from her eyes down her cheeks. Yugi Asakura stood between Lafiel and Drusilla, apparently having been prepared to take the blow that was meant for Lafiel.
"Not much in stature, soft features, but astonishing power and marvelous potential," Drusilla recited as if reading a shopping list. She then started walking towards him. "And finally, a heart that places great trust and faith in friends, despite what risks it may invite. A grandmother, I understand, usually loves to heap praise on her child. Your grandmother is no different, but is correct in her assessment I believe. I've no doubt, you are Yugi Asakura," she said, placing her hand along his cheek. He recoiled from her a bit, unable to hide his fear of her.
None of them knew Drusilla Arenzai by much more than the stories they'd read of her. Yugi knew even less, his only having recently had opportunity to read about any of that history. It hadn't been clear whether she was alive or not, though he'd assumed that she had to have been dead. Seeing her now he had a hard time believing it, let alone that she would approach him with compliments and talking about a grandmother he never knew.
The stories went that long ago on the planet Nemesis there was a war. It was a brutal affair that lasted on and off for decades over a somewhat trite issue when one looks back on it now. Nevertheless, one side in that war was led by the Arenzai family. It is during this war that the Rosencraft originally came to prominence. The way it was written in the books Yugi had read, Drusilla Arenzai came to age as the leader of the Arenzai family at about the same time the Rosencraft banished the Arenzai from the planet. The fate of the Arenzai after that was unknown.
The reasonable assumption would have been that they all died, at least those very people who were forced off the planet, in the many centuries ago that this happened. Yet the Drusilla that stood before them now looked identical to the one whose picture they'd seen in the archives and textbooks.
"How do you know me?" Yugi asked, that not being the real question he wanted to ask but the first one that came out.
"As I said, your grandmother has gone on and on about you quite a bit,"
"My grandmother died," Yugi replied bitterly. He was obviously offended that, as he saw it, someone would try to use his dead family to bait him.
"As much of a chatterbox she is, I sometimes wish she were. Nevertheless, your grandmother is still very much alive. I can allow you to see her shortly, if you'd like,"
Stunned, Yugi couldn't respond. His legs felt weak. It wasn't that long ago he'd realized he had no blood relatives left in this world. That he'd be told he had a grandmother left him feeling… torn.
"What exactly are you up to?" Noa Rosencraft asked, taking up a defensive tone.
"I will make this clear; Mr. Asakura is afforded great leeway with me. She can be a nuisance at times, but I have much respect for his grandmother. I don't have a reason to tolerate anything from you lot here. I'd have you remember that going forward or you may find that there isn't much of a future ahead at all,"
The way she spoke to them was clearly different. She was all around an imposing figure. One could argue that they were shell-shocked after their battle with Sephiroth, so a bold and imposing figure standing before them would clearly illicit an appropriate response. Their personal confidence couldn't be that high at the moment. So as Drusilla slowly looked around they could only stay silent and toss thoughts around and around inside their heads on how to deal with her.
"Tell me, where is Lynette DeVice, the other one that woman would speak of to no end,"
"Lynette?" May started. Her voice broke up as she tried to form her words. It was a harsh pill for her to swallow, all of them to swallow, to speak of Lynette.
"I see," Drusilla sighed. "She's dead then, is she? My sympathies, Yugi Asakura. It seems your grandmother truly is the last family you have in this world,"
"What are…?"
"You must not have known. It'll be a difficult thing to hear, I'm sure, but you must listen nonetheless. You and Lynette shared a common grandmother, the one I'll be taking you to see shortly,"
The gasp let out by each of the Rosencraft there before Drusilla was like the sound of an airlock being closed. Sisi, May, Noa, and Lafiel each looked at Yugi as he dropped to his knees. His hands were in tightly bound fists pressed against the floor with such force it was as though he were trying to force his hands through it.
He stared at the floor, eyes wide, mouth agape, the brief memories he'd had of Lynette flashing through his mind. Among those were the gruesome final moments of Lynette's life; her throat ripped out and her neck torn at by a deranged and animalistic Tea Hawkins.
He hadn't known Lynette long. In fact, he couldn't claim to really know her at all, which in this case was probably the best thing for him. It would be hard enough having her last moments playing in his mind as just a friend of a friend, her mind controlled by another and made to fight her loved ones. To now hear that she was also his own family, it was a little more than he was able to really process at the moment. He hadn't yet even determined what to make of these claims of the woman calling herself Drusilla Arenzai, though his reaction nonetheless conveyed some belief at least.
Drusilla approached Yugi once more, kneeling down in front of him and placing her hand along his cheek again. She gently rubbed his cheek before brushing back his hair and kissing his forehead.
"The surprise of how I feel at this moment, I don't know that I can explain it to you," Drusilla whispered to him, placing her hand on his. "I find myself feeling some distress in your pain. I expected to feel nothing of the sort. So please believe me when I say that I'm sorry for the pain you feel at this moment. Come with me. I suspect that, though you know her no better than you do me, she will be able to do more to comfort you,"
Yugi's fists came unclenched, if ever so slightly. Drusilla held his in hers as she rose to her feet, softly pulling him up with her. He looked to be in a daze, dejected and mentally oblivious to his surroundings anymore. He may as well have been a marionette, waiting for his strings to be pulled. As Drusilla led him away, Lafiel jumped up.
"Wait!" Lafiel shouted in a tone that said she was highly panicked for a moment. Drusilla turned halfway around, an angry glare back at Lafiel. "P-please wait a moment, Ms. Arenzai," Lafiel continued, trying to regain her composure.
"It seems I was momentarily distracted. I should conclude my business here before attending to other matters,"
"What do you plan on doing with Yugi?" Lafiel asked.
"For now he will be reunited with his grandmother. What happens after that, I cannot say. Now, as for you lot, I have no feelings towards you. I thought you might be a threat to me, but that doesn't seem to be the case. But, I am compassionate. In that compassion I offer you three choices. First, you can fight me, in which case you will certainly die. Second, you can run off and live a life you deem fit for yourselves and watch as I take this planet under my wing. Or, your third option, you can choose to serve under me,"
"You can't…" Noa started, pausing as he saw Drusilla's guards grip their weapons a little tighter.
"I am compassionate. You will have time to think over your options. My conquest will move forward either way. You will have as much time as you desire to think things over. I will have you know, however, that I will destroy you should you interfere with my activities in any way,"
"P-please… at least allow one of us to stay with Yugi," Sisi pleaded.
"So you fear for his safety that much?" Drusilla questioned. She thought on it briefly and responded, "Very well; it makes no difference to me. Decide amongst yourselves who it shall be,"
"I'll go," Rini Rosencraft stated in a soft voice, emerging from the next room.
Serenity Rosencraft's eyes looked terribly inflamed, as though she'd been crying for days already.
Considering the loss she'd suffered, it was to be expected. It was all they could do to keep her alive this long. The thought couldn't help but surface in their minds whether she was thinking of throwing herself to a wolf out of abject grief. The wisdom of letting two suffering such grief walk off with one who seemed to have little remorse felt wrong, but they didn't really have an option. Drusilla agreed the moment Rini volunteered, and she didn't seem patient enough to let them try and talk Rini out of it.
Drusilla's guard led the way from the house, Drusilla behind him with an affectless Yugi beside her. Rini was behind them, her countenance similarly gloomy to Yugi's, with Drusilla's final guard following behind her. Noa, Sisi, May, and Lafiel couldn't be sure they would see Rini and Yugi again after this. They cursed themselves for this afterwards; they should have been able to do something, at least try to protect the remnants of their family.
With a short trip, Yugi and Rini boarded Drusilla's shuttle. About the size of a corporate jet, and shaped somewhat similarly, it was an intermediary to the much larger ships that had governments around the world in a panic. At least one mile wide and around two miles long, these ships were quite uniquely shaped; something like a backwards, elongated, mid-twentieth century fighter plane. As one report would later be famously quoted, "It was like the hammer of God had descended on us from the heavens".
The interior of the ship was quite massive. Usually ships, in particular air and space fairing vessels, tend to be minimalistic in nature. They were commonly utilitarian constructions that placed function as the overwhelming priority, even more so when dealing with a warship. Yet this was not such a vessel. There was a definite eye to luxury, at least on this ship; you could count on the idea that as the flagship this one was somewhat different from the rest. It was like a flying palace, adorned in a palette of ebony, scarlet, and violet.
No fewer than a dozen soldiers were present to celebrate the return of their empress when her shuttle landed in the hangar. They lined up along either side of a wisteria carpet with red trim. At the end of this path was a pair of automatic doors that opened into the rest of the ship. Waiting on the other side of these doors were two individuals, nondescript at first blush save for the difference in their attire that indicated them to be soldiers of perhaps a higher rank than the rest. They scurried beside Drusilla making some manner of report to her about the status of the fleet.
"Yugi! Yugi!" a woman screamed as she ran towards him as he was still walking beside Drusilla.
Yugi looked in the direction of the woman. He didn't really react to her, just raising his head to cast his sight in her direction the way one reflexively does when they hear their name called. She was a beautiful woman who looked to be at most in her late twenties. Her eyes and hair were a fiery mix of orange and red. She wasn't the classical picture of a grandmother.
She threw her arms around Yugi when she reached him, tears of joy spilling from their banks as she repeated his name again and again, as if trying to will him to be who she thought he was.
Things would change slightly in the next few minutes. First she would stop crying and calling Yugi's name in about thirty seconds. Afterwards she would ask about Lynette DeVice. Drusilla will answer her, with a bit more delicacy than when revealing to Yugi the relation he had to Lynette, that Lynette was dead. This woman would be frozen in shock, a trembling hand raised to her mouth.
Watching her eyes you could clearly see the emotional rollercoaster that overcame her in those subsequent ten to fifteen seconds. First, her eyes go wide as the words of Lynette's death register with her. Tears well-up in her eyes once more. Her eyes then narrow slightly as she tries to comprehend how such a thing can happen, a thought to ask what happened rising and falling. It falls away as she starts shifting towards anger, her eyes narrowing to barely open slits, her tears finally flowing once more. In this anger she soon starts contemplating who is to blame and how they should pay. At last, her eyes close and open a few times as she turns back to her only remaining grandchild, thinking of comforting him for their loss, but also, more subliminally, hoping she might find some solace and comfort holding him close to her chest.
In this embrace Yugi, who has been trying to bottle up his emotions, lets his tears flow now as well. He doesn't really know who he is crying for, however. The friends he lost earlier that day, the added burden of loss coming from knowing one of those people was directly related to him, or empathy for this woman who seemed to be crying so freely into him now? What was the catalyst for these tears? He didn't know now and wouldn't ever really think about it.
Drusilla beckoned Rini to follow her as she left Yugi and his grandmother to their moment. They went further into the ship, the two of Drusilla's people who had been walking beside Drusilla and reporting to her sent off to other matters partly along the way. They came upon a wide open area off one of the hallways. The circular area looked like a dining hall or some similar place, a number of round tables situated throughout the room. Off to the left was a staircase that led to an upper area that was much smaller but apparently served the same purpose. There was only a single large table here, rectangular rather than circular. The two guards who had still been escorting Drusilla stayed at the bottom of the steps as Drusilla and Rini ascended.
By the head of the table stood a waiter. He bowed slightly at the moment Drusilla was in view, proceeding next to pull out the chair for her. Once she was seated she offered a seat to Rini as well, the waiter promptly pulling out a chair for her as well. He spoke for the first time now, asking Drusilla what she wanted to drink and eat. She ordered a beverage for both herself and Rini, one Rini didn't recognize but felt she was in no position to refuse at the moment, instructing that the bottle be brought along as well.
"I've yet to hear your name," Drusilla began as the waiter left to retrieve the request. "What should I call you?"
"Serenity… Serenity Rosencraft," Rini answered somewhat aloofly. Understandably her mind was partly elsewhere.
"Serenity it is. You're different from the others, Serenity. Your eyes are like a dying dragon's,"
"I don't know what you're talking about,"
"It's different from the others, even young Yugi Asakura. It's clear you've all faced a loss you weren't expecting or prepared for, and it has left you all quite distraught. Their eyes tell the story of depression and confusion, as though they've found themselves hopelessly lost in a maze. However, I also can see in the others a will to keep fighting for an outlet. You, however, show none of that. You're eyes are dead, as though you have already surrendered to your fate. The others fear me. They are concerned for Mr. Asakura, and themselves, terrified of their mortality. You, however, are not. You're already dead inside. You're hoping to die on the outside as well. I think you were hoping for the right opportunity to throw yourself headlong into death after young Mr. Asakura and Jennifer could meet,"
"Jennifer?"
"Jennifer DeVice is the grandmother of Lynette DeVice and Yugi Asakura, who young Asakura met earlier,"
Rini leapt up from her seat. She intended to bound down the stairs and back the way she'd come with Drusilla. It was clear that the mention of the name Jennifer DeVice triggered some thought in Rini's mind. With the vicious expression on her face when Drusilla's guards blocked her path, it was obvious that her intent was to cause some harm to Jennifer DeVice, if not kill her.
"Please sit back down, Ms. Serenity Rosencraft," Drusilla said calmly, still in her own seat.
"If I don't?" Rini replied tritely, not goading Drusilla as much as she was speaking the very thoughts she was processing in her mind.
"You will sit down. You have a reason to live now, don't you? I don't know what it is that makes you display such a visceral reaction towards Jennifer DeVice, but that alone seems to have brought you back to life however briefly it ultimately turns out to be. You don't want to lose the chance to challenge her first, so you won't risk dying before then,"
"You know all that, and you still won't do anything,"
"You mean kill you? Was that your hope? That I might kill you before you traumatized Mr. Asakura once more today by murdering his last living relative? You must not even trust yourself that much at the moment. Please, sit down and explain to me what it is about Jennifer DeVice that would rob you of your inhibitions so readily,"
With a final vengeful glare to the hall that she entered this room through, Rini calmly turned around and ascended the steps back to the table. She neatly sat down once more, bowing her head in frustration over her thoughts about Jennifer, and a little about how helpless she felt right now that Drusilla had been able to read and outplay her so easily. The waiter from earlier returned now with the beverage order, placing the wine glasses before Drusilla and Rini and filling them from the freshly opened bottle. Drusilla indicated she wanted him to leave, prompting the waiter to leave the bottle on the table before departing.
"This is a fine liquor that is produced on a special farm in my sister's territory back home on Neo Nemesis," Drusilla said as she swirled her glass a little and took a sip. "I've been told that the process of making wines on this planet is similar. Even so, this beverage is made from a fruit from Nemesis that my sister and I grew aboard the ship that took us from there long ago. There's no fruit like it on this planet, though I understand one called a pomegranate is rather close. It's not the strongest liquor, but I can attest it is potent enough to ease a tired mind,"
"Are you hoping I'll be too drunk to kill her later?"
"You're an immortal. It stands to reason, therefore, that you won't be able to drink yourself into a stupor unless you so choose. So, let's start with Jennifer DeVice. Why are you so very upset with a woman I'm all but certain you haven't met?"
"That woman…" Rini seethed, clutching her glass tightly. She quickly finished off that serving, staring into the empty glass. Drusilla interrupted Rini's brief mental abatement by refilling Rini's glass.
"That woman?" Drusilla prodded.
"That woman is a monster,"
"How so?"
"That monster… Sephiroth… she created that damn monster," Rini screamed, throwing her glass to the side. It crashed to the floor, splashing the wine all over the place as the glass shattered to confetti.
"I see," Drusilla remarked, paying no mind to Rini's outburst. "I can assume then that this Sephiroth person is the one who left all of you in such a state. How many?"
"What!?"
"Your feelings regarding this person, Sephiroth, are such that you can't contain yourself. From what I can tell Mr. Asakura lost at least one person close to him today, not counting when I informed him of his relative being among the dead. Sephiroth must have taken more from you than he did Mr. Asakura, someone closer to you than a tangential family relation that would bind you all under the name Rosencraft,"
"Why should I even talk to you!?" Rini angrily protested. "This is all just some game to you, isn't it? After all, you're protecting that damn woman!"
"That is true. I am protecting Jennifer. She's of relative importance to me, so I can't very well let you just run off and kill her. And, I will admit to knowing a little more than I've let on. However, I am also inclined to know a great deal before acting too rashly. So, to facilitate my own needs, perhaps I should be a bit more forthcoming to you.
"I will in due time be reclaiming Nemesis. Earth is a stepping stone to that goal, bred from the strong presence of our kind on this planet, namely you of the Rosencraft family. By right I should kill you all outright, including Jennifer, as the descendants of the ones who banished us from our home. But I've long buried that grudge. I feel that grudges breed unhealthy thoughts and actions.
"To prepare for my conquest, I've had agents of my empire gather information for me about the events that have been transpiring on this planet. The last report was a few months ago, so the information I have, although fresher than I can usually count on, is a little stale already.
"From the reactions you've shown, in addition to the reactions of the others, I can assume that the individuals that I see missing must then be dead. Among those then would include your cousins Yami and Evangeline, as well as your sister, Anzu. Also missing were the siblings Kenshin and Runa, as well as the young acquaintance of Mr. Asakura, Tea.
"Are you saying then that this Sephiroth person has been the one responsible for their deaths? No, your belief is more akin to his being the tool of their destruction, and Jennifer as being the one to brandish that weapon. I can already assume from my experience with Jennifer that you believe she created this Sephiroth. That is the only answer I can deduce from your placing the blame on her shoulders,"
"It's not just my sister, or my cousins," Rini said as tears streaked her face once again. "My mother, father, aunt, and uncle… even Lynette's mother…Yugi's grandfather… Tea's family… Jennifer DeVice created that monster and all he's done is take away everyone's loved ones, one after another,"
"The loss of all those you hold dear to you, my sympathies are not as profound as you might hope, but it is a pain I can understand. Anger and hatred well up in your heart as you wish to dismiss the reality you've become a part of. That hatred and anger latches on to whatever target makes any sense to you. Your heart slowly rots in this sickening miasma as you are flung between wishing yourself dead and obsessively pursuing vengeance. You drown in sinful karma, hating others and wishing on them endless misery. And sometimes, you assign an improper target. Jennifer…"
"Drusilla," the sound of Yugi's grandmother called.
Jennifer was scampering through the halls, clearly very distraught over a matter. Her voice was hoarse, likely from the crying, but also very angry. She stormed into the hall and past the guards, up to the top of the steps. Her eyes were filled with manic rage as tears were still slipping from her eyes. Rini was prepared to jump from her seat again the moment she heard Jennifer's voice, but Drusilla had already stood from her own seat, placing a hand on Rini's shoulder to have her stay seated.
"I cannot allow that at this moment, Jenna," Drusilla said with steady calm.
"That bastard killed my granddaughter! I'll rip 'im apart! That damn…"
"I understand," Drusilla said, walking to Jennifer and placing a hand on her shoulder. "The chance will come shortly, but for now someone else needs you. Think of the emotions he must have at this moment. Allow yourselves to ease each other's pain for now, think of your revenge another time,"
"I… I understand…" Jennifer replied with a frightful grimace that said she only gave up on the idea of arguing. She bit her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she slowly turned away. Yugi was slowly entering the room, pausing when met by a despondent, angry, Jennifer. She tried to wipe her eyes and put on a smile for him, but it was obvious she was having a lot of trouble doing that. She put her arms around him again and then they proceeded out of the room once more.
"I commend your restraint," Drusilla said to Rini as she was returning to her seat. "Even though I warned you about attacking Jennifer I can't imagine it was the easiest thing for you to keep control of your emotions,"
"Why're you trying to flatter me? It's not like some cheap flattery can win me over,"
"I don't imagine so. It wasn't intended as flattery but as a genuine statement of my viewpoint. Or, was it because you noticed Mr. Asakura?"
"You just love trying to read people, don't you?"
"Love or hate is irrelevant. It is necessary that I do so. If I fail to account for all the options a person may take in any situation, I will be the one at a disadvantage. That is the essence of being a ruler. I'm positive you understand that as well,"
"What's your goal? Did you come here to taunt us before getting your revenge? You blame us for what happened to your family, right? You're only angry because you couldn't kill all of us yourself,"
"As I said before, revenge isn't my motive. Even were I to bear a grudge, setting it against you would be pointless. The target of my vengeance died long before you were born. You may carry their blood still, but that's meaningless. My goal is simply conquest. I've spent many years rebuilding my family, and once that was done I built a new empire around them. Now, I will build an even greater one. This planet is just a stop along the way,"
"That's it, huh?" Rini scoffed, downing Drusilla's glass of wine.
"I thought you couldn't get drunk?" Drusilla teased, pouring Rini another glass.
"If you're gonna kill me anyway, what's the point? You were right," Rini slowly replied, her tone becoming very sour. "I am tired. Living a long time is exhausting, isn't it? I don't think I have anything left,"
"That's both funny and sad. How should I feel then, being your senior by so many years? But you seem to continue to misunderstand me. I don't really plan to kill you. I can't say what you will do from now on, but I don't see you as someone who will challenge me,"
"Is that your compassion again?"
"Yes, in my own way. Now, before you lose all composure, I will make another demand of you. I would like to hear the story of the Rosencraft family, of you, and of this planet. In particular I would like to hear about today. I want to know everything,"
