Adam’s General Thoughts
At last… after years of wandering on the edge of hope, we have a lead. For a moment the chest tightens with something like joy, and then the emptiness settles back in. The idea of meeting Gwendolyn terrifies me. I am not the boy she left; I am not the son she remembers wanting. I am a stranger who happens to carry her blood.
Knowing he is alive and crowned hollows me out. He has a name, a home, a place at a table; I have an echo. I am a son without a house: a room with no key, a knock that goes unanswered. What if I am only a thing she once set down and forgot, a loose thread in a life that moved on without me? The thought leaves me standing in a quiet, empty hall, listening for a door that will never open.
Adam’s Thoughts on the group
Kerrick
Dear Kerrick,
I did it. You were my first true confrontation with this world. Thank you for not taking me lightly, for not folding me back into who I’ve been called to be. For the first time in a long while I spoke without a mask. Not Tarvo, not a prince, but Adam, and you stood there and let me be heard. That means more than I can say.
Adam~
Rona
Dear Rona,
You pull up a part of me I try to keep buried. It’s small, soft, stupidly human, vulnerable, raw, and it terrifies me more than any blade. I said I hated bards, not because I hated you, but because you cut through the armor I am wearing. Your eyes and your words don’t let me pretend.
I hate what you uncover in me. It’s frightening, even… yet I’m grateful. Thank you.
Adam~
Florien
Dear Florien,
We spoke less than I hoped, and you saw me at my most foolish and bare. I can’t stop thinking about the weight you carry, the hurts that make this moment so heavy.
If you need silence, I’ll share it. If you need to speak, I’ll listen. I’m here, grieving quietly with you. You are not alone.
Adam~
Tarvo’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Bryson
An interesting fellow, that one. I half worry we’ve set him on the path to losing his post or something worse, but somehow I suspect he’ll land on his feet.
Willow
She wore kindness like a mask, only to stab us in the back. Let her try to touch me or him or any of his friends. I swear it: she will pay. Mark. MY. WORDS.