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Dear Danielle, Shaun, Keiko—
Hope you’re well and surviving, and sorry I had to leave so suddenly without saying anything. I gather you’ve heard by now what I did, and I imagine it’s at best a surprise and at worst… well. I’m really not up for thinking about even more worst-case scenarios right now, so I’ll leave it at that.
I’d like you to understand my reasons. I wanted to keep doing what I’ve always done—protect the people and things I care about, which is my family and my city, and this’ll let me do that. And so many people want to martyr themselves for me and keep me safe and blessedly normal, and honestly, I’m tired of it. I’ve never really felt normal and I’m not sure I’ve ever really wanted to be. And I feel so much less like a monster than I did when I was still human. Funny how it works out that way.
I don’t want to give up the good fight, I don’t have to, and I’m not going to. Some complications mean I have to give up formal leadership, though, so if you need anything in that capacity, call George—his decisions are binding and final. The house is, unfortunately, gone, and the rest of the family’s been evacuated to a safer location, but hopefully we’ll be back to rebuild it someday. If you’re still there when I get back, it’d be nice to see you again.
In the meantime, I’m still here, even if I'm having to take a bit of an impromptu vacation. I’m having some issues with corporeality right now—I’m dictating this—but if you call for me, I'll always do my best to come running. Least I can do.
I’m sorry. I know it’s not enough. I only hope you can understand, and maybe forgive me one day.
All my love,
Maria
Hope you’re well and surviving, and sorry I had to leave so suddenly without saying anything. I gather you’ve heard by now what I did, and I imagine it’s at best a surprise and at worst… well. I’m really not up for thinking about even more worst-case scenarios right now, so I’ll leave it at that.
I’d like you to understand my reasons. I wanted to keep doing what I’ve always done—protect the people and things I care about, which is my family and my city, and this’ll let me do that. And so many people want to martyr themselves for me and keep me safe and blessedly normal, and honestly, I’m tired of it. I’ve never really felt normal and I’m not sure I’ve ever really wanted to be. And I feel so much less like a monster than I did when I was still human. Funny how it works out that way.
I don’t want to give up the good fight, I don’t have to, and I’m not going to. Some complications mean I have to give up formal leadership, though, so if you need anything in that capacity, call George—his decisions are binding and final. The house is, unfortunately, gone, and the rest of the family’s been evacuated to a safer location, but hopefully we’ll be back to rebuild it someday. If you’re still there when I get back, it’d be nice to see you again.
In the meantime, I’m still here, even if I'm having to take a bit of an impromptu vacation. I’m having some issues with corporeality right now—I’m dictating this—but if you call for me, I'll always do my best to come running. Least I can do.
I’m sorry. I know it’s not enough. I only hope you can understand, and maybe forgive me one day.
All my love,
Maria
