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February 3, 2022 | Faustus's diary

  Perhaps she never knew what she meant to me. I certainly never expected a woman like her. Yet it seemed that, towards the end, everything I said was precisely the wrong thing. Constance was breeding stock. Freya was something else entirely.

The plans for the new Church have been put on hold indefinitely.

Would this be an appropriate time for a grand gesture, or are we better off leaving well enough alone? None of us know what to do. Our world is in shambles. There can be no replacing Freya.

Trent, I don't understand. I poke at Serena constantly and he's never reacted as badly as he did to Erik, possibly because I never made her cry. Did Serena make Rebecca cry? Did Nathaniel make Freya cry? Should I have perhaps intervened?

It's too late for any of that now. I know I was born to be with Freya. If she won't take me back, what's to become of me? Would she be amused or upset if I told her about the time I wrote "WHORE" on Serena's mirror? Of course, Luci saw it first and had me erase it, then polish every mirror at Lux. He was quite annoyed with me after that. Too many practical jokes at his wife's expense. Is that how I should have reacted to Nathaniel poking at my wife? Forcing him to do some sort of penance?

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