The mask was designed to sheild my face. To hide my identity and persona from the world. What it did was hide the world from my identity.
I was a Peacecraft. Funny how that name went. 'Peace' was the first part of the word, and peace was the first word of the name. We had always believed that total and complete pacifism was the way to that ideal.
Strange how a simple mask can change all that. No, maybe not entirely. I still want peace; still strive for it. Only now I think the path to it is different. My outlook on life is different. Perhaps that is why I chose a mask. To change how life looked at me.
How would I be pictured in the history books? Would it remember me as a revolutionary or as a traitorouse coward? Would they think I finnaly fulfilled my family's ideal or distorted that dream?
What would Father think? Would he see it my way? That the only real way to peace can be through war, or would he still stay with pacifism?
Would they remember me for my good intentions? I feared they would not. Perhaps that is why I wear a mask.
