Adam’s General Thoughts
Well… that went much worse than I expected. I did not exactly plan on getting drugged by someone who I later found out was one of the many people behind that very bomb.
What that did to Tarvo. What it did to us. To Billie. Does that not mean anything?
But listen here, for anyone with reason finding this letter. Remember this.
I will find Gwendolyn before the two weeks are up. Before Rona has to do anything she will regret for the rest of her life. Mark my words. They are my fortitude and my weapon.
Where are you, Gwen? Why did you abandon me? Us.
Adam’s Thoughts on the group
Kerrick
Dear Kerrick,
Your name… those scum know it. If they try to use you, I swear they will see sides of me that are only shown to beasts that need to be put down.
I am glad you showed where your loyalties lie because “loyalty” is all I have right now. At the very least, I can trust you. How much I can trust you, that’s an answer I don’t have yet.
In saying that, I am the prince of royalty, not loyalty. A prince who does not remember what a prince is. Rather pathetic, isn’t it?
Yet my mind falls to my father. Why does it fall? Kerrick, who is that man? My “father,” the emperor of a kingdom I do not know. Is that not correct, Kerrick? That scares me because you have never spoken of him, which I only assume means one thing: he is not a man worthy of the title he wears so very proud.
Me? I just believe I will repeat what is already written in my veins. Terrible. I am terrible.
-Adam
Rona
Dear Rona,
Rona, Rona, Rona.
Ten years. Ten years you have not seen your own brother. A terrorist, Rona. A terrorist who killed innocents. You keep telling yourself it was not supposed to be like that. You keep focusing on what could have been instead of what was.
And yet, I can see how deeply your empathy runs. It goes beyond that of a normal person. And you, you stoop down to protect those below you. I find that honorable.
But everybody has a choice. I hope your choice is what you want and not what you think is the “right” choice.
I know what I am doing is wrong. I should be doing a lot of things differently. I know that, Rona. I truly do. I am not pretending. I am a prince, whether I like it or not. It is in my blood. It is my right. Whether I want it or not, it is what I am. It is who I am. This blood that runs in my veins is a part of me, but I do not stay loyal to those who merely share it. I choose who I give my loyalty to.
I thought you were one of them. I thought we all thought the same. That you’d be here for us. For me. You see the world through such a pathetic lens. You’re just naïve. I was wrong about you. And it’s breaking me.
Adam.
Florien
Dear Florien,
Oh, that face. That curse. You walk alone. You talk and walk amongst the world in skin that is not yours, is it? Florien. Once again, the boy with too many mysteries.
I never would have come here with you, Florien, if I had a choice. The choice to know what true trauma you endure with each waking step.
They are your messes. They are your problems.
It does hurt me to stick around, only to get ourselves deeper and deeper into messes that are not even ours.
Florian… is that even your name anymore? At this stage, can I even trust you? Can I? I still have more questions than I do answers.
You have told me nothing. You’re not approachable, not really. And to be honest, you have never tried. You have never come over to me, never tried to know me, never even pretended.
And I’m starting to wonder why I keep standing next to you, giving you my “loyalty.”
-Adam.
Adam’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Gwendolyn
Mother,
What did you do to me?
When you set me adrift on that river, was it to save me, or to kill me? Did you even look back?
I do not know why you did it. I do not.
Did you ever love me?
I just… I just want to know.
Please.
Willow
You really think you are doing something good for “the people,” do you not?
The people. THE P E O P L E.
Funny word, people. What does that even mean? Because last I checked, everyone in this city is a person, as they are all people. EVERY SINGLE ONE.
But when you say “the people,” you only ever mean your “people.”
It is not equality you want. It is not even equity. You just want the other “people” to suffer. So you can rise above them, the bad “people.” Be the savior. Be the one who “cares.”
I’m so happy for you, Willow.
Oh. We both know you are not happy.
Nothing will ever change that. No matter how much you want it to.