Tsk tsk tsk, Dear Fawksey... Perusing Dear Mothers journal without permission... You see, I created that document with all of my prior knowledge of our glorious heritage. We are gods, Fawkes. We are never wrong. Whats to say you are not an illegitimate son? Or that I am not one? We are not very different, Fawkes. However, if you refuse to fold, justice shall be done, with little more then a Steel Sabre.