The truth is, they're not worth my time lately.

Some of them are, surely still, my Derzhava, my family.

But I have to wonder if my New York darlings have been drinking tainted blood of late they're so impatient. Have they forgotten the steps we all knew so well? Or are we in a new childish phase where every conversation will be pithy commentary and impatience for action and control? We were always very good at commentary, but there comes a point when you have to learn to staple your lips together in order to procede through a conversation. My desire to do it for them is growing too swiftly.

Matrishka is surprised that we are leaving only an hour after we arrived, but she is intelligent enough to have learned not to ask. Pity that a ghoul half their age has managed to learn what they could not. Not so much a pity really.

I'm having a damned hard time caring what any of them thinks any longer, save for Aleksandyr and Amrit. Julian can accuse me of bending over backwards to fuck Jarvis if he likes - he wouldn't know how to even begin and if he truely believes that he is more the fool for it. When I wonder did they forget about acting? It is also not as though I am truely so close to the Reverend as all that. Alek deals with him better and I am embroiled in the step by step dance as harpy, organizing the rumors and information they will all want.

Alek and Amrit have their notes, know where to find me. But I have no patience for the rest of my beloved family who seems to have lost patience for the careful plans and words that we were always so good at in the past. Apparantly stupidity is a perilously slow progressive degeneration.

They say keep your enemies close.

Lately mine are as close as blood.