Re: louis a/saint r
I would blame myself before you.
You're too kind to me, Saint, as usual. [...] I've hard a hard time lately remembering what I want, or why I wanted it. When I joined Scotland Yard, I thought I had achieved everything I dreamed of. I had built my life toward getting in and rising through the ranks. When that fell apart, all I think I realized was that I wanted to do something that did tangible good in a way I had never seen my parents do, for all their charity luncheons. Private detective work does encompass that in a way, but after spending so much time pursuing justice for my family the idea of doing it for others seems completely exhausting. So I suppose I need to find another way to scratch that itch. Something real. Something tangible.
[...] Fine means I don't always feel well, and I sometimes lose stretches of time because I'm so tired. But fine also means that I'm together enough to help my brother when he needs me, and to work enough to pay the bills.