PARADISA LOST

You know what I have learned in my 400 years walking Earth? That people have a fucking right to say what they would like to say. It was one of the things I had to admire about the Colonials when they finally got around to writing their Bill of Rights. For centuries people were bullied by their government and the Church and everyone else in to staying quiet out of fear.

Fuck that.

I had a daughter. She was a beautiful girl, a miracle child who would never be possible back home. And she's gone, now. And, yes, I knew she would be, because this place does that, and I tried to cherish the week with her, knowing there was no way to get her back. But that doesn't lessen the pain. I miss her. I will miss her. I will probably be sad about it for a while, and I will never forget her for the entire time that I am here. She was a part of me and a part of Peter, and a person in her own right.

She deserves to be mourned, and I've a right to say so.

As do each and every one of you.

Now, apparently there are bullies running around trying to cow you into silence, to tell you not to speak out, to say what you feel, to censor how you say it. They are threatening consequences if you do not follow their rules. I haven't the power to stop them. I'm not strong enough. But I refuse to not speak out because someone said not to. I've never bowed to bullies before and I refuse to do so now.

I can't stop them from hurting you if you choose to do so as well. Perhaps others can. But for those who choose to stand up, to speak whatever the fuck you feel you have the right to speak--if you are harmed, then come to me. I can offer to end your pain, to heal you, and I will.

And for those of you who don't want to hear it? There's a simple thing that people have been trying to get through censors' thick heads for centuries--If you don't like it, don't read it.

( Private )

Are there others here who have yet to figure out what it is the castle has taken from you?

...Well, at least I'm not a kitten anymore?

Though that actually turned out to be fun.

Peter, love, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?

[There's a sound of things being thrown, thudding dully off glass--someone's trying to break the window without much success]

That is just not right. There are certain things that should remain buried in the past, not dug up and put on display.

And will whoever is singing that fucking song please shut up before I am forced to find you and put an end to it myself?

[softly muttered, not really meant to be caught by the journal] ...At least she's awake.

[written] For anyone who was concerned: Elle's regained consciousness. Thank you to those who offered assistance and expressed concern.

( Sylar )