So be it. So fucking be it.
I’ve tried so hard, so excruciatingly hard, to save this damned city from falling to it’s most obvious threat: the outsiders that are camping RIGHT OUTSIDE of our city walls. No one listens to me when I tell them of the back-alley deals I’ve seen, of them taking away people when they think no one is looking, of them stalking the streets at night. I’ve tried to follow them out to their camps, but every time, every single time, the city guards stop me.
No one talks to me anymore. Every time someone who knows me sees me, they avoid me. It’s all the proof I need; they are unwilling to listen to my truth because they, like the city rule, have fallen under the spell of the outsiders, and I must take action.
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It’s taken some time, but I think we have finally gotten the outsiders to trust us. It’s been a challenge to change their sense of hatred for us, but I think we have finally gotten to a point were we can being to start living together. None of us are used to living close to people we haven’t known our entire lives, so it will be a challenge for all of us.
I do wish that we could have avoided some of the actions we had to do, however. Entering where they live as soon as we did was a mistake; we almost lost some of our people from those actions. They way we did everything as well—like, doing seemingly covert actions at night, who thought that was a good idea—was not the best, but, again, we seem to have made everything work despite everything.
They have their problems and they have theirs, and it’s a damn miracle we can mutually benefit each other.
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