Treasure's Links
My father. I owe him everything, and I will follow where he leads; as long as no one gets hurt. I have all of our records. I know what has happened here. I will take care of everyone, while he stays hidden away. I am not upset with him- not as I should be, but I empathize with my fellow reanimated. I visit him, now and again, and make sure he is well. We will need him, should another tragedy happen.
Unlike my father, I've never been angry with Aeron. I understand where his temper originates. The life was gone years before it was taken... I am glad he is doing better. When he speaks to me, lately, it is to tell me about his childhood friends once again. I am keeping my notes. I am rooting for him.
My little anklebiter... I occasionally miss when he would follow me around, looking for direction, in his quiet sort of way. We are not as close as we once were; I believe he has been trying to distance himself from my father and I. I cannot blame him, as much as my heart misses our bond. I am sorry, brother, for what I've done.
Oh, sister. I wish you hadn't been there. You always listened to me, and I love you for that. You tried your best to keep them in line where I couldn't. I wish I would have been there to stop them, that time. Perhaps, then, we'd all still be fine, normal. Mother could handle me. We were still a family.
I am glad that you left when you did, though I'll miss you, mother. Perhaps in another life, you will understand. He saved me. He saved all of us. I am not brainwashed, no. Just grateful.
The first foray into my father's goals. I have done much work over the years to help Seraph maintain themself, and we've come far from where we started. I am glad I called off my father's work when I did. It would be a shame to not have the company of this soul. They help me, now and again, with my paperwork and storytelling.
The Seraph's sister. I know her name. I know she cannot hear it, though. For now, she is our Alice, as that is what Seraph called her first. The locked memories are best where they are... I do, occasionally, try to gain information from her; to bring back little bits of herself. I believe that we have made progress, in that regard. She is a much brighter soul now than she used to be. I am glad that she's recovering, bit by bit.
Ah, Cherub... I like her. I feel bad that we had to do so much to bring her back, and my father pushed her testing just a bit too hard. She was a needed stepping stone to get to the Angel, certainly, but I am sure that the molting is unpleasant. If I am available, I will help her though it. We can have our moments; brushing her hair and helping pluck the loose feathers from her skin. She is very starved for physical affection, so in my checkups, I try to stay as close as I can. I hope she enjoys my presence.
The final one. A poor wolf boy that we nursed back from the edge... he was so excited, at the time, to be an angel. I think... he thought that it would fix him; would make everything that hurt go away. We did that, of course, but in our research, only introduced new pains. I know Malakiy well. I know not to call him The Angel, not to his face. He has earned his freedom, though he stays with us. With my father out of the picture, Malakiy is in charge of this place; and I will do as he asks, as long as I can. I do not wish to be on his bad side, for we all know whose own abilities provided the magic that he uses to live. I would never hurt him, of course, but we exist in a delicate balance of careful threat.