[July 1998]

When mama brought me to church as a boy, the preachers used to say that Jesus was the only perfect person in the world - but I don't go to church anymore.

There are no perfect people - everyone is frail and everyone is weak. Everyone has a place where they break - a part where they were ill-made.

( ' I think I'm going to be ill.' (Emma) )

She shouldn't have hit me. She shouldn't have attacked me. She shouldn't of. She's not supposed to, it's not her place.

( 'So why didn't you?' (Emma) )

Backdated to Sunday night.

I really should have just left her in the park to get mugged or something. I swear, that woman...

( 'Does your mutation feed on /brains/ too?' (Emma) )

Backdated to Sunday Night.

Decades of research into weapons like this, millions of dollars invested, and it's likely some old man who mixed up his medications and had a fit of pique. Makes a man worry about the state of his business.

It makes a man worry about the future of his business, too - backlash is an ugly thing.

( 'That quirk of genetics can betray you, Sebastian. It can betray us all.' (Emma, Percy, Adel, Bahir) )

[December 31, 1998She is still so fragile - not weak, so much, but brittle. What strength of character comes in flashes, glimpses, and then it shatters on the first hard thing it encounters ( Read more... )

Clean. Simple. Solved.

If White just let me handle all of the Club's affairs, imagine how smooth things would be?

( 'Amazing what a little misfiled paperwork leads to.' (Emma, Adel, Bahir) )

She is distraught - does Adel really mean that much to her? Something can melt that ice ( Read more... )

Backdated to early Tuesday morning.

There's a game in all of this, but I'm only playing on half the field. Sometimes - times like this - I regret what I did. It was better when there were secrets - it was better before her.

Wasn't it?

( 'My King?' (Emma) )

I can't sleep. It's like an ugly, restless energy - like caffeine pushed past the limit of exhaustion - so that all I can do is stare and lie awake and think.

It's her - I know it was her, damn it. The bitch.

( 'Wisdom does not necessarily dance attendance upon my pleasure, Sebastian.' (Emma) )

[December 1998]

There's steel to her, but it's raw and unfinished. I wish - well, sometimes it needs to bend a little, I suppose, before it learns to temper, and the /quality/ of it. It can't but become stronger from any crucible.

( 'I /don't/ want to be introduced as your latest...conquest.' (Emma) )