New Bremen H:tR

I wonder why I've come back. I've wondered as I drove to the plane, on the plane, on the drive here.... I'd been packed up and shipped out for my own safety, they said. And they were right--I knew they were right. I left hoping to find another city to Hunt in, another place to set up shop. But circumstance called me back. And part of me knows that no matter where I go, I'd find the same level of acceptance among the other Chosen wherever I went as I found here.

Almost none.

I keep asking myself "When did I become the Enemy? When did my Calling come to mean Nothing?" I can't answer these questions. Those I've asked can't either. I can't give up my Calling--it's made me who I am in this fight against--whatever. Everything, it seems. Including eachother. Yet they--the other Chosen--go about their business and refuse to see--if we become like those we Hunt, how do we distinguish between Us and Them? Because that's what I see all around me--the other Imbued slowly slipping into the darkness of murder and heartlessness, with no care for the pain their mistakes may cause anyone. We're becoming monsters ourselves. Even me.

But I must keep asking--if we cannot save ourselves--How can we hope to save the world?

They refuse to see this. They won't listen. And there is no one else. Not anymore.

Perhaps that's why, in the end, that I'm coming back. There is no one else. And if I give up, then there will be no one asking these questions, that seem so fundamental to what we wish so hard to be--and are miserably failing to achieve.

......Seeking1