[Unforgiven]

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Another fool.

"If you ever begin to lose hope... look above to the beauty of the cosmos and surrender yourself in prayer. You are a part of everything, and it is a part of you."

Mom. Father is doing great, on the contrary to what he may have thought. 

Lucian's steadily making progress into the Hero he's destined to be, 

and Arista has even joined the Church.

And I...

I'm doing just fine. You don't have to worry.

But you know... Recently, a creepy lady had mistaken me for our late Uncle, Orain. 

Whilst I deeply wish we had gotten the opportunity to meet Aunt and Uncle, 

I know it's fine. 

I know they're both kindred spirits and one of a kind, just like you, Mom.

I know they're smiling over us.

All of us excel in ways we can, and although it's not quite the same,

I cannot express enough how often we still speak your name.

But you already knew that, didn't you? 

Because you're watching over our progress...

I'll talk to you again tomorrow, so get some rest! 

Rest easy, Mom.

[Unforgiven]

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War of Words.

"They who extol the philosophies of anguish, pain and despondent realities...
Don't deserve my mercy."

It's been two years, since I wrote to you again.
I must admit, I lied to you. I apologize, Mom.
It's been a pleasure to explore, but all I've found is conflict.
It never ends.

That prince... Maybe he was right after all.
One must have fitting power to contest the World.
I can't be as overzealous as I always am-
I got lucky against Benedict.
That's all it was.
I cant... - We cant save everyone.
If it were you Mother, who would you choose?
Which life would you save, from two.

Familial Conflict, Territorial Conflict. They're all the same.
Lucian and Arista had a minor argument,
Over something as miniscule as a spar.

I just don't want you to end up being hurt.

At least Dad would have the courtesy to knock me on my ass without pretending he was doing me a favour.

I'm going for a walk. 

...Yeah. You're right.
I'll be the glue to this Family.
Always.