My name is Gabriel Collins.  The death of my father will resonate with me always.  Being with him at the end, holding him as I did, feeling his heartbeat gain rapidity and then retard, was a terrible honor.  Before he died, he spoke passionate words regarding his deep feelings for me, as I did to him.  We spoke of the games I played with Quentin as a boy, my horrible accident and tragic confinement to this chair, and his optimism that I might one day rise from it.  How was he to know that my torment equaled his own?  How was he to know that the only pleasure in my life was that he looked after me, always stalwart in his service.

I also believe in service and attention.  As the new head of the Collins family and fortune, I intend to give each member of this household the same treatment as I did my father at the end.  In this time of burden and uncertainty, that is assured.



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