A week or so ago, Lady Lewis was kind enough to give me an array of modern music so that I might become familiar with different popular styles. On the whole it has been a very enjoyable experience! I particularly like one Nicki Minaj - she seems to be very confident! - and that one song that is about taking people to church but is actually about sex is quite catchy.
But now I am curious. A lot of songs reference rocks. As in "Rock Your Body", which at first I thought was a threat, but when I listened further I did not parse any references to a public stoning. What is this "rock"? And why must it likewise "roll"? Thank you in advance.
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The disappearance of the bulk of the Vilebloo vampires is a positive development. We are undoubtedly more secure without supporting such villains, although I must express some regret that I was not the one to relieve the Mount of their presence. And yet I It is not for me to question. They were undoubtedly different from the Vilebloods back home, just as they were different from one another. Was my lack of action truly moral? Did my hesitation to kill them seal the death warrant of an innocent? Could they be good people, despite their unfortunate reliance on blood? Logarius would not have thought so, and would have found my restraint disappointing. ButNo matter. The choice has been taken away from me. They are where they are, and my decision to leave them be must stand.
And it isn't as if I am the only one staying my hand. You'd have to be deaf not to hear them talk of that recently arrived... demon? Devil? The words are not altogether familiar to me, but apparently this Lucifer is an important figure. I'm not familiar with his story, so it is not for me to judge. Despite everything he seems clever. Perhaps he will prove them wrong. And I know that Evie has had several people that she sees differently from others, and the difference unsettles her. Something about auras. I trust her judgment in opting to wait and watch, if not my own.
I suppose given my-- everything-- it would be smart to have some sort of conversation about future expectations and her legacy and my own er-- somewhat more abbreviated future expectations, but... I don't wish to. How childish. I don't want to do the wise thing. You don't have to have these conversations in Yharnam; everyone lives with one foot in the grave. Some make every effort to be well and marry and have children and pretend that they haven't doomed their progeny to short, horrible lives, but I could never. It's why I became an Executioner, why I dedicated myself to having a cause rather than... pretending. Evie knows about my condition. It would be foolish to pretend that I could even wish to change her mind, to influence her preference.
Perhaps in my contentment I've grown complacent. I've undoubtedly neglected my prayers for Logarius; back home I could kneel before the shrine until the lower half of my body was numb. Doing so was easy. A pleasure, even, but here-- it is not out of sight out of mind, of course; his teachings have not left me, but nevertheless I worry that I may learn to treat them as if they were malleable. Freeing him from his bonds was always my future. To have an alternative-- marriage, children, a long life (Ravi, your words were wonderful and so thoughtlessly given) -- I don't know where to begin. It is unfair to her and me, to have every moment waiting for something to give. And yet it feels unfairer still to discuss the weight. There is nothing to discuss. It is as it will be.
Perhaps the Healing Church was wrong; they always said that the most dangerous weapons were made of metal and stone reinforced with runes, with serrated blades and blunt edges. As of this juncture, I believe the most dangerous weapon to be hope. So simple, so influential. And deadly should it override common sense.