Reach is dead. Most Agents are celebrating it. I never understood why people celebrate someone's death. Surprised? We are an utter sadist, yes, but insulting the dead, celebrating their deaths... It does not seem right, to me. Granted, We would have enjoyed killing Reach as much as the next proxy, but you would not hear me speak ill of him. The body and the mind are but playthings, the soul however is sacred. You can insult the mind and body, but never the soul. It is not right. For once I feel more kinship with the Hallowed. Sitting vacant eyed and drooling all over themselves. Puppets with no puppeteer moving them. Is that what I am? Just a puppet?
Oh what am I saying.Waxing philosophically is so unbecoming of me.
So yes, apparently the Hesperus... thing, is more stubborn than we had hoped. I suppose I should be proud. Now if we could only figure out what triggered it this time, we could possibly keep it from appearing again. Father is not pleased with us. More sacrifices must be made in his name. More Runner blood must be spilled.
Huh. Perhaps that could be the cure. Naomi's blood leaking out her still warm corpse. Perhaps that would end our torment and allow us to serve Father to the very best of our abilities. I still see him in our dreams, watching us play. It is so comforting to know that He is always watching. That He loves us. It is such a good feeling to be loved.