Does simplicity — not simple-mindedness — come from strength or vice-versa?  Perhaps they are totally unrelated, but today, I felt both.  Without fear, I admitted my love for Josette to the woman I believe, nay, know is the reincarnation.  Later, I was accosted by Petofi (inhabiting Quentin’s body) who was quite the cock-of-the-walk.  One quite plucked by the loss of his Hand’s power.  I always thought that my history with the Beast left me an human bearing the mark of Cain.  I now see that the Beast has granted me a residual strength.

The only worrying dimension is that the portrait has gone quite missing, uniting Petofi, Quentin, and me in a single goal.  For now.



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