Journal - Expedition 54 - Stone Wave Cliffs Cave

Constantine, Theoretically of The 54th

We’re born into a social contract, the terms of which are pre-set. We can neither negotiate nor decline. Our very first breath, that first wail as an infant, was deemed our consent. Before we can speak, before we even understand what it is that we’re born into, we’re bound.

Lumière operates a certain way. It favours a certain group and a certain outcome and if you question the Council, well, the Council’s going to question you.

Push too hard to change things and you just might end up on the next Expedition.

So. Nothing ever changes. They just send us out to die. Dissenters. And the status quo continues. At least out here, I don’t have to pretend anymore.

I don’t bear the others any ill will. They have good intentions. But I’m not here for the Paintress. I’m here to build a new Lumière.