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Date : Unknown
Linnea, Think of this as a lesson, not some letter driven by 'fatherly love'.
You have inherited your mother's eyes, but thankfully not her empty head. There's a spark in your eyes, that your mother always lacked, a spark that infuriates me as much as it intrigues.
You think I don't notice how you watch me like a hawk, dissecting my every move? Good. The world is a cage full of predators, and the naïve are the first to be devoured.
They will break you, Linnea. Your mother, your brother – the whole lot of them. They will use your kindness, your naïve trust, and turn it against you. You are a pawn in their game, Linnea. Whether you realise it or not.
A part of me wants to sit back and watch the show, see just how long that tender heart of yours will last. But there's a flicker of something, a flicker of regret? No, perhaps something else.
When I see a glimmer of my own ruthlessness in you. It makes me want to protect you, even as it disgusts me.
My child, you are the only decent thing in this wretched world, don't you ever forget that.
Don't let them break you.
I won't shield you. I won't coddle you with lies about a benevolent world. But I will leave the knife on the table. Whether you pick it up or turn it on yourself, that's your decision.
And if you must come to me with tears about broken promises, I will break something worse.
Consider this a fair warning, a glimpse behind the curtain. The world is a puppet show, and you're still just a doll. Learn to pull the strings, or dance until they cut you down.
