AndrewAllanFaulkner

Hey... Middle School... Yeah, it isn't fun. Bullied worse than ever for going to the clinic. Even worse was... Well... you know... We thought we were in trouble... We ALL did... Maybe... One Day we'll know peace. I'm not sure. The problem is... it's hard dealing with people who don't understand and fear us. We don't want to be World Police forever. It's a tough job. People hate authority. You know why? They feel picked on. Nobody wants a hall monitor or Administrator telling them that it's their fault the bus wasn't on time... Ever. I wish you could see the world as I do. It's not black and white. It's... Shadows... Lots of them. Remember that time with J.P.? When we went outside and they turned the flashlight on and off to show it was still the same place. Just different light levels? You can do that with a candle. Just... Less effective. Dad thinks you're gonna hurt somebody... AS IF! We don't do that, We never want a fight and trouble still seems to find us. Still like that today.

Been Awhile? Sorry for the lag time. Delays are hard. Don't worry. Mom and Dad love you. I know seeing Dad cry was tough. He never did before... At least we didn't see it. He thought he had to be tough. For what it's worth. I... I haven't spoken are written either of them. I should, but I don't have anything to say. We are... not lonely... Alone? Maybe... We're happy. Mostly. I... We have three children now... Never even met them... Not really... If I did, I was out of it. Meds do that don't they... Don't be angry... being an adult is hard... Being a parent of an adult is harder... We have these notions sometimes of what we want our child(ren) to be. Never really pans out that way... I know you've seen somethings that no child should. We don't have to mention those if we aren't ready. There will be those that call you names. Sometimes it'll hurt. That's life though. Sorry to say. Take it one day at a time if you have to. Never hold a grudge... That was a tough lesson to learn... Still,

I don't know much about you anymore. Just pain mostly. We got angry often. Didn't we? Well. That's fine. You're young. You'll grow out of it. I don't pretend it will be easy. I won't lie and say it will not have sharp jagged edges to it. It'll hurt. However, you're tough. We made it to 30 after all. that's five times five added on to you. So twenty-five. Math and words were hard. Art was where we excelled. Even to this day. It helps me... us... cope. Don't bottle it up. Put it to use. If you hurt. Write. Act. Play sports... We'll never be the best, but that's fine. We don't have to. We know we were called so many names. For no other reason than being different. That's what made us. It didn't break us. We still get angry. It's fine. Just... Don't hit people... or animals... anything really. It's bad for us and those around us... Can't say it's been easy as an adult, but it wasn't from the start was it? Well. Andrew. Stay strong cub. You're tougher, smarter, kinder, and wiser than you

He sat there... Watching their world spin by. So many short lives lost to the time spent hating one another. He had felt it too. Towards the blood and its pull to his hunger. Then he met Genevieve Blackrose. Serah Bluemoon. and so many others. Serah had died, or so he had thought. Lost in his own anger, he had changed from the man he knew he was forged to be by his friends. He strayed to darkness. Now he sat looking out his penthouse in New York City. Seeing the Hate flowing from a tower smaller than his. The only heresy he knew now was hate. The Liars gambled on borrowed time. He was old but would live millennia or more yet. So he stepped out of shadows... Because Gen couldn't and Serah's eyes would be judged. The heat of Sol burned. His eyes... they didn't adjust well. Still. Gideon Wright said once to him on his deathbed, "You are the real man between us old friend." His last words in fact. He was born before Christ... A real man? Maybe not. Still, if an Inquisitor could say that of