As I was considered beneath suspicion and no other possibilities were apparent... the case remained open, but unpursued. Yanni Yogi, while free, had his life ruined.
As for myself... I had, by this time, been haunted by a nightmare version of the events in question for months. In that nightmare, it was clearly the misfired bullet from the gun that I threw which... which penetrated Father's heart. I couldn't accept this version of events as anything more than a dream, lest I be driven mad with guilt and shame, yet the adults surrounding me had failed to uncover the truth. I was desperate for a place to lay blame, lest I crush myself with it.
Ultimately, my spite landed in four... no, five places, in truth. Three I fully acknowledged: I hated Robert Hammond for protecting Yanni Yogi from the true scrutiny of the law, I was disgusted at the police for their incompetence in investigation, and I hated the spirit medium for... I assumed at the time, taking advantage of the police's gullibility with a charlatan's act and trying to pervert justice.
As for the other two targets... I hated myself, believing myself to be unworthy of following in my father's footsteps as I had dreamed -- even in the event that I was not guilty of the crime, I feared that it was still in some way my fault. And... though I've only realized it since my Shadow forced me to, I... I hated Father, too. For betraying his own faith in the courts and the truth... with false testimony. If not for that... perhaps my hatred for Robert Hammond would have remained centered on that man alone, and not spread to the entire profession.
Needless to say, my emotions were rather confused. It was while I was in this vulnerable state, enraged and with tears in my eyes, that Manfred von Karma approached me.
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As for myself... I had, by this time, been haunted by a nightmare version of the events in question for months. In that nightmare, it was clearly the misfired bullet from the gun that I threw which... which penetrated Father's heart. I couldn't accept this version of events as anything more than a dream, lest I be driven mad with guilt and shame, yet the adults surrounding me had failed to uncover the truth. I was desperate for a place to lay blame, lest I crush myself with it.
Ultimately, my spite landed in four... no, five places, in truth. Three I fully acknowledged: I hated Robert Hammond for protecting Yanni Yogi from the true scrutiny of the law, I was disgusted at the police for their incompetence in investigation, and I hated the spirit medium for... I assumed at the time, taking advantage of the police's gullibility with a charlatan's act and trying to pervert justice.
As for the other two targets... I hated myself, believing myself to be unworthy of following in my father's footsteps as I had dreamed -- even in the event that I was not guilty of the crime, I feared that it was still in some way my fault. And... though I've only realized it since my Shadow forced me to, I... I hated Father, too. For betraying his own faith in the courts and the truth... with false testimony. If not for that... perhaps my hatred for Robert Hammond would have remained centered on that man alone, and not spread to the entire profession.
Needless to say, my emotions were rather confused. It was while I was in this vulnerable state, enraged and with tears in my eyes, that Manfred von Karma approached me.