Plan [03] - Return
Snow. When I was a kid, I loved to play in it. I can't count how many times I got sick by staying outside too long. And then I learned that it's just a hindrance, that snow will work against you almost every time -- your soldiers will be more likely to get sick or even freeze to death, it's harder to keep supplies lines intact, the enemy will be able to gauge your numbers easier.
It's still beautiful, though.
(locked, easily hackable)
He's been sleeping for a long time, now. I wonder if it's to recover, or whether it's his mind trying to keep him from waking up and remembering.
It's funny, isn't it, how things happen. Not amusing, no -- just ... funny.
Did they take him because I opened my mouth? I believe that is the most reasonable thing to assume (he knew better, and he told me that I would cause trouble, but I didn't believe him), but part of me wonders if that's my ego talking. But I suppose it doesn't really matter; I can't just ignore what is happening and pretend everything will be fine. More will be taken, I'm sure.
I have not seen Sir Grants in several days, either. I wonder if he has been taken, as well. (If so, if for the same reasons, why Albert and not myself? That's what I would do. He, on the other hand, would probably take someone important -- a hostage, to send a message, to intimidate the enemy into complacence or surrender. As they have done.)
If I continue my plans, he is a target, and anyone I become close to, as well as every person here (myself included). If I keep quiet, he is still a target, as well all the rest of us. There is no clear strategy.
I wonder what my predecessors would have done. I know Odessa's answer. What of Leon, of father, of Mathiu and Elanor and Julian? Would I agree with them, even if I knew?
(end locked)
(filtered to Malnosso kidnapping victims (sans Albert))
To those who have been kidnapped: I apologize deeply for asking what I am about to. I understand that it is not kind to intrude on your pain, but I have no one else to ask. With that said, I ask you: how are you dealing with the aftermath? I have no desire to pry into the injustices our captors have committed against you, and I offer you my most sincere condolences.
I worry for him, and I do not know what to do for him when he wakes. We ... have not been close in many years, but if I am able, I would do all in my power to ease his suffering. Any advice at all would be most appreciated, and again, I apologize for intruding.
It's still beautiful, though.
(locked, easily hackable)
He's been sleeping for a long time, now. I wonder if it's to recover, or whether it's his mind trying to keep him from waking up and remembering.
It's funny, isn't it, how things happen. Not amusing, no -- just ... funny.
Did they take him because I opened my mouth? I believe that is the most reasonable thing to assume (he knew better, and he told me that I would cause trouble, but I didn't believe him), but part of me wonders if that's my ego talking. But I suppose it doesn't really matter; I can't just ignore what is happening and pretend everything will be fine. More will be taken, I'm sure.
I have not seen Sir Grants in several days, either. I wonder if he has been taken, as well. (If so, if for the same reasons, why Albert and not myself? That's what I would do. He, on the other hand, would probably take someone important -- a hostage, to send a message, to intimidate the enemy into complacence or surrender. As they have done.)
If I continue my plans, he is a target, and anyone I become close to, as well as every person here (myself included). If I keep quiet, he is still a target, as well all the rest of us. There is no clear strategy.
I wonder what my predecessors would have done. I know Odessa's answer. What of Leon, of father, of Mathiu and Elanor and Julian? Would I agree with them, even if I knew?
(end locked)
(filtered to Malnosso kidnapping victims (sans Albert))
To those who have been kidnapped: I apologize deeply for asking what I am about to. I understand that it is not kind to intrude on your pain, but I have no one else to ask. With that said, I ask you: how are you dealing with the aftermath? I have no desire to pry into the injustices our captors have committed against you, and I offer you my most sincere condolences.
I worry for him, and I do not know what to do for him when he wakes. We ... have not been close in many years, but if I am able, I would do all in my power to ease his suffering. Any advice at all would be most appreciated, and again, I apologize for intruding.