The Demon Prosecutor

The experiment, such as it was, came to a successful end. Naturally I expected to find delusions and I wasn’t disappointed. Some knew, of course, while others simply believed that they did. Inexperience was apparent in many—particularly the young—along with cowardice and...other misconceptions besides.

Still...the results weren't skewed in quite the manner I'd expected. The reality was represented in ways I hadn't anticipated, leaving me to question how accurate the sample could truly have been. This community, by its nature, seems to attract the unusual. Its members live lives beyond the norm--the worlds of so many are epic backdrops to quests on grand scales, while others...seem to draw a disproportionate level of attention from fate.

If the sample had a different source, would pain still have been such a prevalent response? Would so many understand what it is to sacrifice, selflessly and without reward?

Perhaps so.

At any rate, I posed my questions...and received the answer to another I'd never intended to ask.

...It would be simpler if I returned. Simpler if I continued the work he so rudely interrupted. It's been only a matter of months; hardly time to forget, let alone begin to long for. Though, I suppose it's to be expected, as the subject was quite inadvertently breached on several recent occasions, and Paris was only the first of many stops. There were other destinations--places where things have always been clearer.

But there are duties to perform, still. I'll content myself with visits and with...this. For now, it will be enough.

Another season's begun. Last week ended in a cold snap, with a slight chill to the dulled days and the first rain to fall in...months possibly. Today the heat returned--it burned away all traces of the crisp evenings, but it won't be this warm for much longer.

The holidays will arrive soon.




((OOC: Regarding this post. Typed up and saved on his computer, not posted to his journal.))