Mourning

Someday, perhaps by your own doing, someone in the know is going to reintroduce you to the bite of silver, son.  Men die by swords, clinging to oaths and their honor.  But as your mother, my one wish in these dark times is for you to live. Live, son, by any means necessary.  Damn Gannon Phelan and his Accord.  Humanity too is an illusion.  You are to live, no matter what it takes.