My apologies again for the delay in this. It's all good to go now with no spoilers or information that shouldn't be there. Without further ado...
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I know I’m going to die.
This might be my last coherent entry. Before I say my farewells…well, I guess there is no other way to start.
There is a part of me that doesn’t want to die but I know it will take such a tragedy to push my brothers out of here. They need to escape; to live and be free of Father. Only then can they rescue Damarcus. I hope they are not too late.
Dante,
I believe you to be the next Pain Bearer though you try to deny it. You’ve always been the brother to take all the pain, the burdens unto yourself. You never try to hold that over anyone. Brother, please do not blame yourself for whatever happens to me, though I’ll be long gone before you ever read this. It was not your fault. Do not blame yourself for Damarcus either. Our Father is the culprit and that’s the end of it. Do now wallow in your pain and keep it from everyone. With the magic you possess, it will consume and then kill you. Though you are a Pain Bearer, you, as a human, can only bear so much no matter the training you’ve had. We all have a breaking point. I pray you never hit yours.
Damon,
You are the level-headed one. Our mediator. I could count on you to try and puzzle the pieces together, but it’ll come too late. I’m sorry for not helping you to solve this puzzle but don’t blame yourself. It was my decision to remain silent, fool-hearty as it may have been. Perhaps it was selfish of me. Perhaps the lot of you could have handled it. Perhaps I should have believed in you more. I never wanted any of you to suffer, so I kept my suffering to myself. It was selfish. I hope, though I wont’ be there, that you can forgive me someday.
Dartanian,
You are an ass. I love you anyway. You’re so quick to anger and you judge so easily, it makes one barmy. Patience and understanding will surely come your way…someday. A wife would be a good soother for you. I have no doubt you’d be a good husband. I implore you, brother, if you ever see the REAL Damarcus again, forgive him. Give him a chance. Father has blinded us all and torn at our brotherhood. This is my small way of trying to rectify that. I only wish I could be there to complete our quintet.
Brothers,
I leave you my memories…my journals. Everything. I hesitate to do so, but I think it will be best. You’ll find it when it’s time. Magic has a funny way of working the way you want when you want it to and when you don’t . Hopefully it doesn’t let me down. I know I shouldn’t play favorites, but Damarcus, I loved you the most.
Stay strong, my brothers. You will all be together someday.
May blessing and fortunes find you for as long as you live.
Love always,
Dedric
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