So. ...I got up this morning to find a pile of cards on my desk...
I do not angst. All of my complaints are perfectly justified!
I never felt the need to run away. ...Wait, is this saying I AM related to Drosselmeyer? But then why isn't Fakir...? It's not talking about...no, no.
What's so implausible about my hair color?! My mother had the same color, as did her father, and several of his siblings...
...I don't know what this one is referring to.
I don't particularly know why my glasses are 'sinister'. ...But this is one of the clubs I like the most.
Finally, a club that I obviously belong in. But why attend the meetings? Only one of us could truly be the best.
Ah...this...I don't mind this one at all. So...then the other card MUST mean Drosselmeyer, because I wouldn't have this one if it meant my father, right?
I STILL don't understand this one...I'm NOT a minor character! I had an important role! Didn't I?
I don't understand why there needs to be two, but...I don't mind these as much. Although I don't see how I'm 'obsessive compulsive'.
...Hm. Wait a minute...there's a card here that I didn't notice before...it got knocked to the floor--
...HEY!
What--I don't--that's not--NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M RESEARCHING!
Ugh. I suppose this is a relatively harmless curse, but...how annoying!