21st of Overlight

Shit. Shit. Fucking motherfucking piece of shit.
 
Ratchet escaped.
 
[You need to gather your thoughts and your wits.]
 
We had a plan. A beautiful, careful plan to find him and get him out of the equation.
 
[Was it really such a beautiful, careful plan or were you just grasping at straws to try to get to him as soon as possible? Did you sacrifice efficiency for the sake of a quicker, but less certain result? Mother and Father always said those were your faults.]
 
The plan went fully kaput and now he... goddamnit. I was so foolish, I was so certain we would get him that I went out as Padmini flagrantly casting spells. So now they either think Padmini is a spellcaster or they know there's a changeling amongst the Paramars' ranks. I would've made my peace with this information being out if I had at least fucking gotten him.
 
But no. I utterly failed in my one directive. And I exposed myself.
 
[You get to brood and whine tonight. Tomorrow, you start the hunt. And you don't fucking stop until Ratchet is dead on the ground.]