27th August, 1914
Father,
I have spent countless hours thinking of what to say to you.
How could I even begin to apologise? How do you begin an apology for ever
being born the amount of mistakes I've made since leaving London?
You were always the one to tell me that the past is unchangeable, but the future
is moldable. I came to Paris to improve the future, to change it for good - but
instead, it changed me beyond recognition. I became someone I despise, and I
can do nothing but move forward, now. In the hopes to change again. To go
back to who I once was.
It's strange. When the faunus speak of Paris, it is either spoken of in awe, or
disgust. A city of sin, a city dedicated to pleasure. A government barely there
for the people.
It's history is bloody, and bruised. It's purpose is completely skewed because
really, it plays the same song and dance it did five hundred years ago. Placate
the masses, keep the crown away from the faunus. It isn't subtle.
And it isn't working.
The end of the summer began with a riot. Protests set fire to the streets. We
gathered our masses, chanted for freedom, and by the fourth shop set aflame…
Chaos erupted. People went insane./users/ddullahan/pseuds/ddullahan
Bloodlust painted the carriages; police came with their batons and their own
brand of ruthlessness. We barely escaped with our lives, but the city is used to
the crackle of flames. It moved forward without even a hitch in its stride, just
like it does every single day.
Even the dead don't get a moment of rest and mourning. Not when they were
the ones protesting.
It echoed so eerily with last year's events. I can't…
I can't keep doing this.
But Ilia's asked me for a favor. She knows I don't want to be a part of the White
Fang anymore, but she's asked me for one more job. After everything she's
done for me, I at least owe her this.
But after...
After this last one, I'm gone.
I hope that removing myself from this place will allow me to start healing.
Maybe then, I'll be able to face you again.
Give my love to mother, please. I love and miss you both dearly.
I hope to see you again. I want to be worthy of becoming your daughter, again.
Blake