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The whole point of the Brotherhood was supposed to be lawlessness. We are, in case no one's noticed lately, thieves. We're bad people -- supposed to be, anyway, but seems like nobody's figured that out yet. Instead, we get divided up into sides: we either try to pretend that we're normal, moral citizens, settle down and act like we're living a real life, or -- we do what thieves are supposed to do.

Drake duCaine, this place is frustrating. I'm a thief, my parents were thieves, and they raised me to be the same way, and then they're shocked and upset when I act the only way I know. They expect me to be the good upstanding citizen, and then go out and steal people blind? I'm sorry, folks, it just doesn't work that way. I can either be one or the other, but not both. They think they can, they think they have, and all it did for them was derail their careers. My parents -- my father was good, he could have been the best, and he threw it all away.

I probably shouldn't complain too much about that, since if he hadn't thrown it all away I wouldn't exist, but damn it, it's the principle. They try to convince me that stealing's just a day, or night, job, but it's not who they are and it's not who I'm supposed to be. I am a thief, whether they like it or not, whether anybody likes it or not. It's more than what I do, it's who I am, and I'll be damned if I'll give it up for anybody.

There are a limited number of things that are real. Loot - real. Skill - real. Success - real. Alcohol - real. Women - well, maybe not all of them are all real, but close enough. Those are the things I'm interested in pursuing, and some of the extras, those can wait until I'm too old to do anything else. Maybe home and family will work as a backup plan, someday, but that's not anywhere in my future right now. I've watched what it does to otherwise good thieves, it saps all their talent right out of them, and leaves them with "I'll be home for dinner" or "Sorry, I can't go out and party, the kids are waiting."

Just kill me now.

Call stealing a job, fine, then I love my job. It's the only thing I'm good at, the only thing I have a chance of succeeding in. I can't do anything else, not really -- if I hadn't been born here I probably would have run off to join, so at least I saved myself some time there. Being a thief is my whole life, it has to be, and I hate being treated like I'm second-rate and wrong because I'm trying to do what I'm good at. What the hell kind of fair is that? If I have to choose between who I am and who everyone tells me I'm supposed to be, then screw them. I know what I want, I know where I'm going, and damn anyone who gets in the way. I'm not going to let anyone stop me from being what my father couldn't be, and if I have to break a few of the Brotherhood's laws to throw in with the ones of the out side world's that I break every day -- then I will.

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