That is the last of them. Last of the sacrificial lambs. Last of the known and the likely.
The last of the best of them.
God.
There are too many thoughts flying about in my head and I cannot shut them out because they are all /mine/.
Compromised. Taken. Forced. I suppose I should have seen this day since the one in Washington. They are not so different than I am. They would not throw away a useful tool. And that is exactly what we are to them. What we were to them, because even I cannot pretend that we will ever be what we were.
Sebastian’s dream is as thoroughly destroyed as his body, and I along with it.
I am tired of this charade. This façade of competence and detachment. The show must go on, and all that. What fucking show? There is nothing of substance left here. A few untouched pawns scattered to the winds for the duration of this… farce. A duration that may very well see the Circle crumbled to dust before it runs its course.
What an empty life awaits. I shall keep busy, but I think I understand a bit how the Circle bound me now. Emma Frost is a shallow, hollow husk, shorn of meaning or commitment. The White Queen, though, had purpose and power and destiny. I always have wanted to be special, yet there is not much that is special left here now.
There is no one left I would trust to speak these words aloud to, so I speak them to paper. Paper that will burn as soon as it is filled, as if the words themselves fear to be found. It must be the words, after all.
I am a Frost, and our fears run cold.
ooc: Emma is going to Support Character status, meaning that she is available in a consulting/information-feeding kind of role for the team, or on request. ICly, she is remaining in New York to run her business, and the affairs of those who have entrusted them to her keeping. If you want a scene with her, or have an idea that she can fill a role in, let me know on game! Ciao.
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