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LETAGI

Of this being, his mind yawns open,

Much curiosity to fill,

But his eyes divide and section

Leaving beauty beyond him still.

His perspective is a eyelet, a turning winner's ball,

That turns him from misfortune,

Lest at the hand he fall.

And yet he stands for nothing,

He has no interest in, the vices of the others,

The faults that bring their ends.

Principles, without reason - for as of yet he has little to threaten his innocence, seeing that alone appears to be the cause of his good fortunes.

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It is, upon this reflection, that I am not quite as bitter as you may expect. While the passing of a dear friend is cause for much sorrow, and I have had much time for that, and there is the destruction of the city, which I must admit that I am not so fond, as this place has become bitter, a source of dust and ashes.

It seems that I and Letagi share this same quality of innocence, although I must admit that I grew into this way over the revenges of time. It seemed that fishers was keen to recognize this, that we had not fallen into the ways of fighting and killing as all of the others did. It seems to be something she sought out in others, even as the blood marked her hands from the beginning.

But alas, I know what the others do not.

TEKULO

This being’s eyes, the world despise, and when he rise,

He colors it in a cheerful fiction,

A lighthearted spirit, filled with nonsense, covering his dissatisfaction.

Light shines on his face,

Cloaking the depths below,

A splendid disguise,

For a deadly foe.

In one day,

I did laugh.

Another day,

I wanted him to be free,

But I could not break his chain.

I am tempted to break this tablet, for I know that he is dead. But I suspect that many will rise like him in the coming days, in the wake of all of this destruction. Although – I suppose that free of the tyrannical rule of the White Council and the menace of Control, perhaps we can pick up the pieces and repair things. Perhaps, there might be bright days once again.

Let this story be a reminder that cheerfulness can arise from the darkest of places.

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I looked up from the tablet in my hands to see him standing at the door. He is tall, with a face that looks innocent, like you could tell him anything and he would keep it a secret for you. He probably would, actually – it’s what he would do with it that I have to say wouldn’t serve much – his bearing suggests that would be bad.

His name is Trinuma. He is here to know the truth, but I’m not sure I want to tell.

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