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Théodore Pellerin - Cold Coast (by Secret Sun)
lover’s point
Subway lovin
It doesn’t have to be like this,
You know that, right? You can come with me, you can finally have a say. Do you know how many we’ve lost fighting for the gods? And what have we gotten from it? Nothing. Nothing except more scars and more dead kids.
He’s going to change that, we are going to make things better. I’m not the only one who’s joined up, there are so, so many of us. You don’t have to worry about being alone, you don’t have to worry about powers higher than us using us as pawns in some primordial game.
He won’t condemn you, none of us will. I want every half blood to have a fair shot, and I know Luke does as well. We want recognition, we want safety. We just want a say in our own lives.
Don’t you want that too?
Stay safe,
O. H. Monroe
I’m sorry,
I was angry — you know what that was like, don’t you? The uncertainty, the danger, the helplessness? Maybe if I’d been older I’d have made a better choice, but I can’t go back anymore than you can. I can’t save them, I can’t stop what happened.
But wouldn’t you have done the same? If it had been one of yours? He asked me to go, and I had to. That was practically my brother, you know what family means to me.
You know how it was — you know what they’ll do to me if you take me back.
[…]
So I’ve left New York, I’ve gone out west — back home. Don’t come looking, don’t ask my folks’. I’m staying with an old friend and his grandmother on the mainland, and I won’t cause you or the camp any trouble. Just […] just forget you ever met me. Tell Chiron or whoever’s running things after the shit show in manhattan that I’m dead.
I’m sorry. For everything.
Sincerely,
O. H. Monroe