Jean-Luc didn't like this letter's tone anymore than he'd liked the last. Everything about his girl seemed to be burning away. Remy wanted nothing to do with the Guild. Alisa seemed to hate everything about her upbringing.

He wasn't getting any younger.

There was only one way left to secure his legacy.

Alisa,

Do not blame others for who you are. I taught you first. I trained you to replace Remy. I created the shadow you labored under. If you take issue with anyone for that, do so with me.

I disagree with your path. I think you're giving up and that you're being less than you are to please people who don't care. That being said, I cannot stop you. My resources are busy elsewhere at this time.

It pains me that you write of yourself with such disdain and disgust. I do not know when this happened but I hope the Alisa that raised, that I know, will find her way back to me someday.

Regarding your niece, I think she deserves the chance to know the whole of where she comes from and choose. You and your brother have made your choices. She should be allowed to make hers. Her mother has controlled her long enough.

If I cannot sway you from this path, then this will be my last letter for a time. I will write again when I can but there are other matters to attend to.

Love,

Father


Jean-Luc folded the letter and had it sent. Then he sat alone for a time to think about everything.