Father, I've failed you. I should never have tried to do this. Never. This should have been done the right way from the start. Tradition, it trumps all and it starts now.
This isn't working. None of it is. Nothing is changing, nothing is improving. Further proof that father is right? I've prayed for that not to be true, but if it is then I know the creed.
Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. If Monday night's demonstration proved nothing and assuaged no doubts, then I suppose your stubbornness and pessimism have won out. Congratulations. For the rest of you... the Lazarus Pits remain open and you all remain welcome.
It hasn't taken very long to figure out why I'm here. One walk down the street demonstrated all I need to understand. It's going to be different this time. I'll do as he asks, but only to keep him away. This city can be cleansed, but perhaps blood won't be necessary at first.