the sight of the Madame killing may have been the catalyst, but i was not truly ignorant in her dealings, i knew even if i never admit it to myself.
that man was one of hers, a tool like me, but he was no longer of use.
how long, i wonder, would it have taken me to become no use?
i came here for a new start, for the freedom to be a person, to make my own choices, to be more than just one of many tools in the Madame's arsenal.
yet i find myself continuing to act as i was when i was with her.
i fail to see how leaving changed anything.
i am still just a thief.
i am still just an urchin.
i am still valued for only as long as i am useful.
was i wrong to come here?
worse yet, is it too late to leave?