Every time you close your eyes you can see the raid in your mind. How many times have you brushed with final death in recent nights? Far too many for your liking. But you have to admit that it's strengthened you from the complacent, pampered creature who you were mere weeks ago. So much has changed. How can you ever trust anyone in Kindred society again after what you've discovered about Corliss? Maybe the mistake was in trusting anyone in the first place?
As sleep slowly lays claim over you, a dream you'd nearly forgotten from several nights ago resurfaces: Arundel walking side-by-side with Robert Ward, speaking as comrades with similar visions for the world. A widening schism ran between them as Ward grew impatient with the glacial pace of change within the Camarilla, and now that Arundel is missing, you can only imagine that the Anarch has seen his way forward validated. If the Anarchs are guilty of the raid on Elysium, could his actions be seen as an attack on the Ivory Tower's very institutions? The building blocks of "civilized" Kindred society? Whoever leads the city going forward will have their work cut out for them. Corliss is a very different animal than Arundel for what it's worth, and she values tradition.
Conscious thought turns to muddled memory which slowly fades into the comfort of sleep, safe in your haven away from the scorching heat of the sun. Surprisingly, given the nature of the last several nights, your sleep is deep and rejuvenating.
The sleep of the dead.
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