Repentence: Me, My Guilt and I

Recorder on.

The view is of a massive room, a library. Many of the titles are rare and in pristine condition, the collection of an ancient noble family. Repentence looks at the camera thoughtfully, elaborate red tattoos looping over her features.

Funny how long it is since I used one of these. Not since leaving Morwen...

God, I was a mess then. A total headcase, not knowing if I was coming or going. Stuck with the Cartel, confused and lost.

Now... I've got everything I could wish for. I've got my family estates back. I'm running them. I've got a little slice of paradise, on Khanid Prime no less. The place where I grew up. I'm surrounded by people I care for and that care for me. Morwen keeps me company, she's even funded a reactivation of my license. Flying an Apocalypse and burning down the enemies of the Kingdom...

Perfect life, no?

So why am I sinking downward?

Charity.

Charity, Math'ra... Vince... and more. Cruoris' idea of entertainment. The things she'd go out to do during her alone time.

And the things I still want to do. I'm 'cured', no more clinical insanity, no more split personality. I'm just left with borderline psychopathic urges and... the memories.

I haven't acted on them - beyond the rituals with Morwen, those help. The urges or the memories... The raw will I needed to pull the shattered bits of my mind back together also helps. So I just draw.

She's asked about them once or twice, but... it's my only outlet. Since Masque has vanished, along with my brother and the rest of his crew...

She smirks.

Mind you, Elysa would kill me for calling her one of his.

The smile fades.

I wish I knew what happened to them.

I wish I could just... stop remembering.

A slightly built young woman with a vaguely Gallentean appearance appears in view. She makes a rapid series of gestures.

I'll be right there.

She stares at the camera for a while, then switches it off.

Recorder off.