3/29/18
I’ve changed my name a few times to cover my tracks. Evelyn White, Scarlett Reese, Diana Paul. I used to tell myself that the names and the backgrounds that followed were chances to start over again. No one knew about Every Leighton, they never heard of her. They had no idea what she’d done in her past, what she was rightfully accused of and dismissed about. I’ve done things in my past that I’m not proud of and that’s exactly where I’ve intended to keep them. I wasn’t surprised when my uncle sent people after me and he didn’t seem surprised when I fought back. He was surprised that I had people who cared about me. The night Micah came after me because he thought I’d started running again sent a message I’d never been able to portray even to myself: it said that I mattered to someone other than the dead.
Maybe it was around here that lying stopped being something I needed to do. I burned all of my ID’s, I stopped telling little white lies to cover my back. I had somewhere I belonged as Every Andras. I’ve never been one to enjoy lying, with the exception of things to hide behind the masquerade, I hardly have over my time in Harper Rock. A waste of effort, really, is the best way for me to put it. The truth tends to go over better, and when it doesn’t, it tends to sting more. If I feel the need to lie, there’s typically something more beneficial to me rather than when I don’t. Honestly, I don’t even feel half of the people I know are worth lying to due to the way it has the tendency to backfire.
Doc has been talking at me. I don’t think he realizes that people can change over time. I’m not running, I’m resting every night in the same place night after night. I’m not hiding, but I’m not going to make it easy for them to track me down - not without Micah or Velveteen’s decision. He’s mentioned that others are disappointed in me, that they didn’t know me at all and the more I’ve considered it, the more I find his insults and remarks to be completely pointless. He isn’t even worth getting riled up for. If they listened, they would hear where I said I was fine with leaving. They would hear where I never told Locryn to give her blood to Theodosia - only to listen to Amalea.
They only care about Ariadne.
I admit I should have noticed where Lea started to falter.
They would know that I have no need to lie if I’m willing to offer up my blood once they get the truth about everything. As I’ve said, Ariadne is just as guilty as we all are. She’s chosen to omit specific details to make herself look better - and yet, I’m called a liar when I haven’t. I was going to show them the telepathic communications that they’ve all missed - and yet, I’m the liar. What they don’t realize is that in choosing to ignore all of this, they’ve chosen Ariadne over the faction - just as they claim I did over Freyja. I chose to try not to let her die, I didn’t agree with everything she wanted. I didn’t choose her side over anything. The more I consider it, the more I feel that they’re turning Tytonidae into a joke.
I’ve considered what I can do to see who has interest in learning the entire story. Something public isn’t going to happen because I really have no desire to allow the twats whom I once called my family ruin it with their ********. Truthfully, those who matter will either get the truth anyway and still stab me, or they’ll take my word as it is. Micah was pissed and he’s still wanting to knock me senseless, but even in his anger, he was willing to hear me out. He was willing to hear Locryn out. Granted, she was shot and the outline of my body was almost introduced to the window of the upper floor of The Eyrie.
I should reach out to Amalea and see how she’s doing. I should do the same to Freyja, but I’ve chosen to keep my distance. I’ve tried to reach out to Theodosia, though, and I’ve gotten nothing.
Zombies are a problem right now, but as expected, the military has mobilized. Locryn has joined their cause - she’s taken responsibility for her part in it without me having to tell her to. Silas is right, I’ve gotten attached to her.
Honestly, I still don’t know entirely how I feel about the rift opening. I’m surprised on some level, I suppose. I really didn’t expect Lea to do it, not after the way she seemed unsure. I hope she’s alright. I stay in the Eyrie until it starts getting late, perched upon my favorite branch as I stare down at the city lights. It’s almost surreal, the steady sounds of gunshots in the distance. As some begin to flee, crime has improved. While Locryn has been dealing with the militia, I’ve been trying to figure out what could be done about the gangsters running around.
Eventually, though, the city will find it’s balance.
It always does in some strange way.
Despite that, though, there’s bound to be something worse over the horizon and I’m not surprised that the Administrator has gone radio silent as they always do.
I keep comparing the two auras in my head, the intensity that Theodosia put out to the point Amalea and I were given headaches. The power radiating off of Bancroft’s master, too. You would think that a faction who are up in arms about the rift being widened would be interested in that, too, really. I don’t know if I can figure out a way to track this, but I do wonder how far getting close to some of the politicians that are friends with Bancroft might pan out. I actually wonder if one of them are the vampire that controls him.
I’m almost positive that it has an aurascreen cloak, as well.
