Sep 18, 2010 16:39
[Backdated to right about when Ari arrived on the ship]
Notes to my future, part one.
Ari, this is Ari Senior. I can't know whether or not you're actually me reborn, or whether you're merely a copy, so I will try and cover both contingencies.
Welcome to your quarters. They may be small, but I hope you are happy here. Your taste and mine may not coincide, but most everything in these quarters is real, sturdy, and handmade, from the table to the vase to the few paintings that I've brought with me to the Amestris. The paintings in particular are originals and they don't truly belong to me or to you. They belong to the people of Reial, someday, when there are museums where they can be protected: they come from the Badlands, and from the demihuman artists that today are maligned and treated unfairly. Guard them in particular, whatever you feel or whatever you understand about me right now: if you would harm any of these things you are a barbarian, and my essence has gone wrong in you. There are conditions of responsibility to your inheritance. You don't know me yet, as you don't know yet the good and the bad that you are capable of reaching. I hope that you damned well learn to do some things better than I did.