I've finally decided to do it. I can't push on alone anymore, not with the things that are out there. I've become better - level-headed, calculating, compassionate, and no longer prejudiced, but I can't heal the scars that I have, or will have, in my mind. Even as I close my eyes, imagining the view of Toulouse from the clouds, I can only shudder to imagine what it would be, to have vampires roaming her streets, mutilating the helpless. To see the city turn on herself should I fail to protect her from the unnatural. I cannot afford to fail. I must keep preparing myself, to turn my city into a bastion of hope and prosperity. To clean the streets of the rabble that wish to abuse her.

I needed to start somewhere. Have someone help ease my mind from my own thoughts. Madame Bocuse was as welcoming as always, having spent almost the whole evening with me. She is a kind soul, and her words carry a soothing warmth of the gentle spring sun. I always knew her to be so. When she heard my story, she was surprised, as expected, though quickly she pushed through her shock and showed me sympathy. She understood that I never meant harm to anyone, that I had done what I did because there was no other way. She particularly seemed happy to know there are good para-people out there like Thistles. I hope the two can meet one day.