One last high.

[~Aoria-sama~]

A note is found upon the desk of the Don Docro, beside the lifeless body of the Don.

Nothing but glittering dust covers the desk, an implication of the meaning of his death.

Who would have thought one last battle would depict the fate of Esshar's future?
I sit here, thinking of the things I could have done differently.
Did any of it ever matter? Progression, did it ever really get me anywhere?
The family manor sits without allegiance, for purpose.

While everything around us falls, we will still stand, in the end.

To my children; do better than I did.  Don't fall in love, don't let the idea of emotion cause you to lose the drive for the future of our family.
Marriage is for losers, too - especially when they're only the result of political gain.
Your mother never cared for me, nor I for her.
I thought I knew what love was, once - but who could ever truly care for a man like me?

A man who has killed? A man who lies and steals? A man who can't feel?
A true Docro, even now - as I let all that's ever mattered to me take me to my end.
Drugs. Money. Family.

It never mattered.
None of it.
Not even me.

Mother, you were always right in the end.

It's said before his body was found, the Don title was passed to one of his children.
-but which one?