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We’ve resorted to hate mail? Very very colorful language.

That’s what happens when you’re the face the reminds a town’s of its possible destruction. Cheers.

Are you surprised?

“Of course, I’m not entirely a heathen yet,” Caleb offered as he pushed a glass of water towards the council-woman, “if you’re here to talk to Tori, I’m afraid you’ll have to come back at a later time.”

I would offer you a drink, but the only thing I have is O neg.

We can’t meddle too much, Lilah. No matter what we feel about the town and its inhabitants… we can work with them, but if they can’t stand on their own two feet and deal with the problems, including Winslow– the rest of the council will order me to start killing them. I can work with Tori as much as I can but the best way to get through to Szymanski and her would be through Bellefleur and Marshall.

I’m sure you can help her through it, Lilah. You can talk anybody down from anything.

I know there’s only so far that we can go to help them, and only so much that we can do. But I can’t help but want to try, to do anything that we can to stop the council from destroying this place. I can try speaking to Marshall, you might have a better chance with Eloise than I. 

As per usual, I am now stuck cleaning up the messes.

I know, I’m in the process of dealing with her. We can only save this town when we can show the others that the leaders that are left can control outbursts, which at this moment seems impossible. It could be too late already.

All the leaders are rogue at the moment; Tiberius, Cassandra and Victoria. Then you have Malcolm who we still have to figure out what we’ll do with him.

It may have been senseless, but we all should have known something like this was coming. That the Chastain’s were up to nothing good– that Malcolm was up to no good.

Maybe I couldn’t have helped when I did, but I should have killed Malcolm when I had the chance and I’ll carry that guilt to my grave.

Whether we should have known or not, it doesn’t hold us accountable for the horrors that they committed. If that were so, than every single person in this town would be to blame. Is that what you think?

Only when you know what you’re looking for, Lilah– your secret is safe with me.

Could it be one of our many troublesome inhabitants of the town, then? Because they’re thorns in my side.

Despite our misgivings, I sense a light at the end of this slippery dismal tunnel.

It was senseless, all of it.

So many people may still be alive today if I practiced what I preach and did something about the others earlier.

This isn’t the first time in history that our kind has suffered from senseless acts.

True, but you’re allowed to have an opinion. Plus when you want to say something, your nose crinkles, lass.

I’m a messy eater, so what?

Working on no sleep, crippling nightmares, and my own personal Mr. Hyde. Yeah, I’m not looking so hot.

I don’t want to be seen as the monsters here. That’s the last thing I could ever want.

You never fully realize how large an attack was until you look at the list of names…

I know you have something to say– I can handle a little criticism.