... is not always what we expect, is it?
You know, I got happy here, where I am. I thought I couldn't after Lestat and Louis died, and of course it's not the same and I still miss them, but... I can't say I don't have a family. I can't say us killjoys aren't all family, right?
And I was cool with that, I really was. The only thing that was still hunting me - and that's happening since I was five and Lestat told me they had found me alone after the Fires - was to know who my real parents were.
It shouldn't matter. But it does. And it's only natural that I'd talk about those things with my best friend, right? And my best friend here on the zones is Amadeo.
Well, he did more than just listen to me moaning. He... found them. With his vampire abilities and stuff.
I have to admit I always hoped that my parents would be brave killjoys, and if they were still alive, they'd be the kind that would tell me all kind of heroic things they had done in the past years...
I never thought the exact opposite could happen.
*sighs* Both of my parents are - or were, whatever - from BL/ind. I... this is just not right.
Scarlet, Silver. I think you should tell people what you told me. How this happened, how I happened.
I have to... I have to think.