You want to know why I did it? Why I did what I did?

My father was a geneticist. All due respect, but good god he won't shut up about 'strong genes,' about continuing bloodlines, about continuing culture through the future. Strength. He was like me in some ways. Ways he understood, and protected me from as he tried to give me a normal upbringing. He watched me suffer through childhood, adulthood, but he held out hope I'd "fit in." Still, he also understood the importance of strength.

Spootin's one of the only ones to survive the augmentation process. He's got super-strong augment children on the way- his hereditary strength is there.

Frankly, I wanted kids, and then to crawl back to Kathy with some sob story, have kids, and "retire" to raise the next generation of assassins while also enjoying a nice home life in the Michigan countryside, maybe assassinating targets for Creathian for rent and to sate my blood lust, and so on, maybe slip out on vacation to rendezvous with Spootin to raise hell.

Then I saw him. He was down, and almost out, his fire nothing but embers. I remember first seeing him, I remember fighting with him in France, I remember...everything. He's a flame, burning bright again. And I've never been happier.

I want to stay with him. I made the decision not to leave- I didn't have a believable story in mind with which I could really limp back to Kathy and Salem and... but... somehow it didn't matter anymore. I was and am happy here.

You know, if Kathy were okay with my having his kids, I'd have just asked and gotten it done sperm-bank style. Instead, she aborted his kid. I knew I couldn't just, you know, do it that way.

Then that Smith Student blew the lid on the whole fucking deal. Yeah, I'd be here anyways, but now everyone's angry at me over it instead of the truth outing on its own.

Fuck you, whoever you are.