*Part 13A is a letter found folded within this page*
Nov. 29th, Mon.
A courier from Derek's attorney came by this morning. Only an hour after they issued his death certificate. Efficiency at work. Derek apparently left a generous trust fund for Kat, for us both. I always knew he was a generous man, but I never expected this.
I hate that they used my statement to declare Derek's death a suicide while under emotional duress, and I can do nothing about it. If I told the truth, who would believe me other than the Legacy, and according to Nick, this is the declaration that the Legacy wanted. A valiant man gave his life in the ultimate battle, and his own people allowed his sacrifice to be nullified and his name to be vilified. It turns my stomach to think that they did that, let alone made me a part of it.
I think he knew that this was the end he was born for, and yet I'm ambivalent. Sometimes I hate that man and sometimes I'd have given the world to have been his lover. Other times, when his shell cracked and I could see the vulnerable, exhausted man inside, all I wanted to do was hold him as I would have held my own son.
His letter has given me so much to think about. Some day I hope Kat will
share hers, but I won't push. Is our "heritage" a weakness, like an immune
deficiency, to be exploited by a predatory infection, or is it a strength that can be
used to defeat those very same infections? I don't know. All I ever wanted was to be
a doctor, a wife, and a mother. I wanted a home, an occasional vacation, to grow
old with my husband, and to live to see my grandchildren. I wanted nothing to do with that
other world to which my ancestors belonged. I hated Derek for dragging me into it,
but then he didn't, did he? Shamus Bloom did, and long before that my own family
did. What if Derek hadn't been there? What if he hadn't found us? It's been my
own delusion that Kat and I would have escaped the dark forces that our own blood and
legacy drew to us. He tried to protect us until we understood this. Now I can only
hope that he knew somewhere deep inside that I realized this and I pray that he can
forgive me for all those horrible things that should have never passed my lips. I'm sorry, Derek.
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