Something's going on here. Just cause I'm in hiding doesn't mean I'm not watching. Between that Crowley auction, this Hymn of None weirdo, and these LifesBlood smarty-pants, you know trouble's brewing. So naturally, I want in.

And no, jerk, not to do evil stuff. I want to help. You could call it redemption if you want to, but personally I don't think I need to redeem myself any further. The proof's been documented. I was on that boat too. I risked my life to get my friend in and out of there safely. And what do I get in return? Solitary.

Well, that's not good enough. Not after what I've lost. I'm through giving a crap what people think of me. I'm doing this because I want to. If there truly is a Resistance coming, sign me up. I mean, I've already been pegged as a "disciple," right?

(Though I have to admit, 'disciple's a strong term. Sounds a litttttttttle fanatical. And 'follower' makes me sound like sheep. Let's say supporter. Or better yet, her royal supporter -- though I guess anything's better than 'sidekick'.)

It's time I come up for air anyway. I'm sick of being on the run. Sick of getting the stink eye on the boards. It's clear to me now that no matter how much I write or type or argue, I'm not going to win. It's my actions that are going to count.

You guys want to call me out, so be it. Just don't be surprised when I call back.