Tell me about it. It’s a terrible system. Most of them are chocked on power. They discard their own fledglings. I still refuse to turn anyone.

{ he’s a hypocrite in some ways when it comes to his righteous views. he’d been selfish when he had wanted a family. it wasn’t his worse, and he’ll keep tight lipped on it. paris holds his true failings. it’s far too personal for anyone to know in abraxas (for now). he can at least reference his life in minor strokes upon an ever changing canvas. he wonders if he’s considered dead back home, truly dead. does he want to go back? }

I suppose I’ll always be making amends even in Abraxas. It looks like we’re both figuring it out.

{ he glances down at the empty cup. he then looks up and with the calmest expression. he can feel his body call him back, but louis maintains planted. he’s tired of disappearing without his choice. he’ll like to thank alucard at least. }

Perspective, Alucard. I’ll make sure I leave a note sometime once I get back from the mountains. I should get going, the sun is currently setting.