I disapproved of how Scarlet treated L'évasion de l'amour. The colors were no longer vibrant or held the joy and happiness they once did. The majority of the halls and rooms in the Castle were occupied by men who could care less about their surroundings. The lighting was awful. Even the outdoors were very much depressing.
An hour ago, Scarlet had assembled her army in the courtyard for us to meet. They expected a speech. I gave them a paragraph. It wasn't my best moment, but it wasn't my worst either. In fact, there wasn't much to say to them since my mind was already turned from them. Some did seem nice. Yet, I didn't make the effort to find out if they really were. I didn't want to. In my mind, they were a bunch of assholes, who were destroying what I built. To make it worse, Scarlet didn't seem to care about the harm they were inflicting on L'évasion de labour.
