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Friday, August 14th, 2009 11:48 am
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The strongest woman I knew -- has been lied about for the majority of my life to everyone that had any care for her. The Centre told us all that Mrs. Parker, Catherine, had committed suicide that night. That she was sick, and weak. That she had chosen to kill herself, to leave her daughter and her husband. [The second at least is true.]

She was not weak. She was good, and kind, and compassionate. Open and warm and infinitely generous -- and for it they murdered her, almost in front of her young daughter. I will never stop hearing her screaming. She was better, and stronger, than any of the ambitious, monstrous, power-hungry men that had so much power in all of our lives. She was trying to save us -- Angelo and myself, Dannie/Einnad, surely Kyle (she would not have left him in Raines' hands), Miss Parker – from what the Centre intended to do to us all. What it did to us all, without her there.

She was brilliant, as well. Tracing the patterns of what she had hidden away before her death has been by far a greater challenge than evading Sweeper teams and search patterns. That her hidden boxes and retreats have lain untouched since 1970 is nothing less than a testament to the sharpness of her mind – and, I suppose, the loyalty she had from those that supported her aims. That her work kept some of the Centre's stolen children safe for so long – until my escape, at least – is every bit as impressive in its own right. Escaping the Centre's reach can be near impossible, after all. They have their tendrils everywhere.

There are moments that I think that the only way to escape them is death. I refuse to accept that thought.

I will not give in that easily.
Friday, August 14th, 2009 05:23 pm (UTC)
...Parker's mother?

Oh honey the more I hear about the world you live in the more I wonder if I took the easy way out fighting supervillians. At least those bastards are obvious most of the time.
Friday, August 14th, 2009 05:39 pm (UTC)
Easy is relative, everyman.

...how old were you when she was killed?
Friday, August 14th, 2009 06:01 pm (UTC)
Jesus christ Jarod! You don't even know your birthday for sure?
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
.... We should pick one for you. And then throw you a party. A party with cake.
Saturday, September 5th, 2009 05:02 am (UTC)
Well if you don't know WHEN your birthday is you should get to make one up. Then if you figure out your real birthday we'll start celebrating that. But for now you need one, even a pretend one, just as a placeholder.

Between you and I it'll be an AWESOME party. What kind of cake do you like?
Friday, August 14th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
You are not wrong, Jarod.

Never give in to that thought. It's been a temptation on many nights, but it cannot win.
Friday, August 14th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
This...Centre...reminds me far too much of the place that had abducted my pregnant wife. Granted, I got the Heavenly Quartet out of that ordeal, but they were repugnantly evil, through and through.

Were your world mine, Jarod, I would bring my resources to bear against them on behalf of the children.
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
Didn't mean to be late. Been distracted.

I'm beginning to really hate this Center place. I mean, I'm not fond of kids (weird, creepy little things), but you're not supposed to *hurt* them! Anyone, really, I guess, but kids are different.

Whoever this woman was, she did the right thing. Don't know how much that's worth, seeing the cost she paid for it, but given how many live to remember her strength ... I'd say it counts for a hell of a lot.

And don't surrender. Heh. If someone like me, just a loony who loved a robot, could escape the gestalt all of Earth became ... someone like you can surely escape them. One day.

*rubs nose* What I think, anyway.