As I walked away from the inquisitor I couldn’t help but feel a shudder of joy. All this time that I’ve been out on my own, a reject of my own house, has been more than exhausting. He cast me out into the world like some kind of peasant and forced me to fend for myself in this miserable world. It has been more than exhausting and I don’t know the extent to which I could further handle such degradations.
Now I walk with an extra spring in my step knowing that this will all be behind me in few revolutions of the shadow. I suppose that I should give appreciation to the father, for without him I would be nothing. None the less I feel I will refrain from such humble actions. He has made far too many mistakes in his time to receive such praises from myself, and in the end it is his own shortcomings that bring his house crumbling to the ground.
And who will be there to pick up the pieces? Dean. But I will not make the same mistakes my father did. I may be young, but my mind is spry. This country is a tangled mess of thieves and criminals, and I shall be the man to stand above them all and unwind that mess into a beautiful harp.
With a simple plucking of the appropriate strings, I will rebuild our house from the ground up and make it what it should have been all along. The house of Deepwell will soon be known by every member of society, but more importantly all will know that I was the sole proprietor in its rise to glory, power, and fame.