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17th Day, Month of Rain, 1840
Another Whaler – well, former Whaler, I should say – joined the ranks of my spies. Bertram, his name is. Thomas says he was a novice. Good kid, though. Clever.
Then again, all of them are. Daud may have been…many things, but he trained his men well. Thomas, this one, the few others that have come to me since the end of Burrows’ reign – they’re all very skilled. It’s…conflicting. I’m grateful they had a home, had someone to watch over them and a way to survive Dunwall’s streets. Any city’s streets can devour a child alone and astray. But on the other hand…Daud put knives in their hands, taught them to kill. I can’t entirely condone that.
Am I any better, though? Teaching Emily the same. I can say she wants it, I can say it’s for her own safety, because of all that’s happened, and I can say I trust her to stay her hand, but isn’t it still the same?
In any case, Bertram should settle in well enough; Thomas is taking care of him. I’m glad to have him around. He was Daud’s second for a time, he told me – that’s good. The others who come trust him, and if he trusts me, they will too. He’s a bright one, Thomas. I’m glad he came to me. I’m glad I could give him, give them all, a purpose.
After all, it was I who took Daud from them. He is alive, but I still took him away the same way he took Jessamine.
Life is…complicated at times, isn’t it? Too complicated.
