Cain Hargreaves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterblackbird) wrote2013-07-25 04:26 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2013-07-25 04:26 pm
Entry 604; Day 1379
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I suppose it is too much to expect any kind of peace in this place to last.
But, no, of course it can't. Even when we're given promises that we'll no longer have to suffer curses, even when we're shown that those curses can be held off, even when we're inundated with visitors who are treated more as honoured guests than as prisoners like ourselves, even when we're beginning to see that we might very well be given our freedom if we so choose it. No, of course none of that can last.
It's as though there's something in the very fabric of the City itself, something in the foundation of the place, something in the very ground on which it sits that sets itself forever against us.
I'm not ill, and I count myself very fortunate in that regard. And this is no mere curse. It's gone on for far too long.
I don't put the blame for it on the new regime here in the City--I'm not even certain what to call them yet. I could, and I might have in earlier days or earlier years. They remind me at times of the 'Stewards', who claimed to be able to send us back to our own worlds but meant really only to capture us. And yet, the 'Stewards' were excessively benevolent and seemed to bear no faults. These newcomers seem very much to have faults and they're not wholly benevolent. I can't trust them entirely, but they strike me as markedly different from what I've seen here before.
But still I wonder what the significance of it all is. Of this ordeal itself and of their responses to it and of their being here at all and all that's gone on in the City this month.
It's something to untangle another time.
~C.
[ooc: Not sick! But he is helping out with a few essence rites. So there's that. Which is nice. I guess. Sorry for my fail with Cain of late too. Just by the by...]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1093124.html
I suppose it is too much to expect any kind of peace in this place to last.
But, no, of course it can't. Even when we're given promises that we'll no longer have to suffer curses, even when we're shown that those curses can be held off, even when we're inundated with visitors who are treated more as honoured guests than as prisoners like ourselves, even when we're beginning to see that we might very well be given our freedom if we so choose it. No, of course none of that can last.
It's as though there's something in the very fabric of the City itself, something in the foundation of the place, something in the very ground on which it sits that sets itself forever against us.
I'm not ill, and I count myself very fortunate in that regard. And this is no mere curse. It's gone on for far too long.
I don't put the blame for it on the new regime here in the City--I'm not even certain what to call them yet. I could, and I might have in earlier days or earlier years. They remind me at times of the 'Stewards', who claimed to be able to send us back to our own worlds but meant really only to capture us. And yet, the 'Stewards' were excessively benevolent and seemed to bear no faults. These newcomers seem very much to have faults and they're not wholly benevolent. I can't trust them entirely, but they strike me as markedly different from what I've seen here before.
But still I wonder what the significance of it all is. Of this ordeal itself and of their responses to it and of their being here at all and all that's gone on in the City this month.
It's something to untangle another time.
~C.
[ooc: Not sick! But he is helping out with a few essence rites. So there's that. Which is nice. I guess. Sorry for my fail with Cain of late too. Just by the by...]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1093124.html