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   17th Day, Month of Rain, 1840
Another Whaler â well, former Whaler, I should say â joined the ranks of my spies. Bertram, his name is. Thomas says he was a novice. Good kid, though. Clever.
Then again, all of them are. Daud may have beenâŚmany things, but he trained his men well. Thomas, this one, the few others that have come to me since the end of Burrowsâ reign â theyâre all very skilled. ItâsâŚconflicting. Iâm grateful they had a home, had someone to watch over them and a way to survive Dunwallâs streets. Any cityâs streets can devour a child alone and astray. But on the other handâŚDaud put knives in their hands, taught them to kill. I canât entirely condone that.
Am I any better, though? Teaching Emily the same. I can say she wants it, I can say itâs for her own safety, because of all thatâs happened, and I can say I trust her to stay her hand, but isnât it still the same?
In any case, Bertram should settle in well enough; Thomas is taking care of him. Iâm glad to have him around. He was Daudâs second for a time, he told me â thatâs good. The others who come trust him, and if he trusts me, they will too. Heâs a bright one, Thomas. Iâm glad he came to me. Iâm glad I could give him, give them all, a purpose.
After all, it was I who took Daud from them. He is alive, but I still took him away the same way he took Jessamine.
Life isâŚcomplicated at times, isnât it? Too complicated.