This is the final word and will of Lord Nathaniel Elyot, 13th Viscount of Braybrook. I know that I will not do justice to anyone mentioned here, yet I dare hope for the charity of their blessing to at least hear them. So that you may go on and I have a chance to rest peacefully. I will not deny that I am egoistical enough to wish for that.

Most of what is written in here has only importance to the adressed individual. It shall either be read out to them or be passed on in written form through any means necessary to reach them. Anything bequeathed upon someone mentioned here is to be handed out accordingly.

Henry Caesar
There’s much and more I should say to you. In your case most of it is left unsaid because with you I feel that you already know those things. However, one small thing remains that I have never thanked you for properly. Which is the trust you put in me when I decided to let your sire into my heart, no matter how small or big the way I did. I am sure there has been much that can be criticized about me. Yet no matter how harsh things got, you never held that particular fact against me, for which I shall be forever thankful.
I hope you come to terms with what you are, what you can change and that which you can not. And I am sorry for no longer being around to help you along the way. I think you have it in you to become a great man. One to retain virtue despite everything around him. Wish I could have seen it.
Why the hell am I sending you that particular gift? Let’s just say I think it’ll do it’s job. Ask your sire.

((Henry erhält eine geschliffene Kristallrose, die an vielen Kanten zu scharf ist sie wirklich anzufassen.))

Raphael Stroll, Bey von Shiraz
Sometimes we’ve been close, sometimes not so much. One never quite knew just how much to trust you. But generally speaking I think you stuck to your word and meant well. As did I, though I know I didn’t always sound like it. You I actually like. Can’t even say why I do. I would give you words for all the times we wrote – but then, those were words too and I have no wish to take from them by giving you new ones now to which you cannot react anymore. So I’m sending you a little something that might make you think of a friend every time you give other people words.
Little piece of advice. And I know it’s weird hearing that from me. Be patient. You’ll get your share eventually. And don’t judge the judgement passed on you or others too swiftly. There’s always some motivation we can’t know just by looking at people.
Also: Yes, I can read your thoughts and I think I’m smarter than you. I also think that you are wiser in many respects than I am. So know your strength. Know your weakness. I hope you keep me in the good memory I would have kept you in.

((Ein Kolbenfüller liegt bei mit einer Notiz: Has been in the family forever. Use it for worthy words. – Nate (Die Worte sind in Nates krakeliger Handschrift verfasst.) ))

Mascha
The lady without a name. And her perfect fake smiles. We had something… Wouldn’t call it friendship. Mutual respect probably suits best. At least most of the time. I’m pretty sure I got on your nerves a lot. Then again, same goes for Nosferatu humor. Not that it ever mattered. You are a pro. Cunning at that. It was always a pleasure working with you. Keep an eye on that stone and take good care of yourself. And for what it’s worth: You have a very beautiful voice.
Maybe though you should take a week or so off every now and then. So here’s for starters.

((Beigefügt sind Flugtickets und eine Hotelbuchung zum Ursprungsort des Steins den sie von Nate erhalten hat.))

Thomas Bridt
Ah, Thomas… What can I say. I should have hoped you never get to read this. Because if you do that means you’re still out there. And I truly wish you weren’t. Not out of spite or anything along those lines. I think that this life is torture to you more than to anyone else. So my best wish for you is that you won’t have to suffer through this much longer. I hope you understand the spirit in which this is said.
Also know that I always saw a friend in you. Your actions might not have been logical to me most of the time. And while I was swift at doubting them I never doubted for a second your intentions. You are a pure heart, down inside. But this world we have entered is not for your kind.
Find peace. I pray that you do.

((Thomas erhält die natesche Schwitzhütte.))

Victoria Metcalf
Am I the disappointment. Such great plans. Such a clever little thing. And now here you are, all without me. I know I should have done better and I’m sorry that I didn’t. Not that much of a genius after all.
I do like your style. Your art? Well… Having been on the wrong side of that I can’t say I like it much. But I see it’s purpose, so that’s all forgive and forget, I guess.
It’s funny how we never got to talk much recently. Can’t say I have much to say anymore. Except maybe for thank you for letting me see all this. I would be not only dead long since, but also poorer for many experiences. Do I love those or what. Without you there would have been none of that.
Find a better kid. One that entertains you more.
Should there be any remains I ask for them to be transferred to you. With your particular gifts you should be able to find one or the other experience that might be worth your brush.

((Und das meint genau das. Sollte es Überreste in irgendeiner Form geben, sind die an seine Siress zu überstellen, damit diese, mit Hilfe von Auspex, für ihre Kunst noch rausziehen kann was rauszuziehen ist. Immerhin malt sie ja Auren.))

Countess von Lehndorff-Bruni
I know that we never really grew particularily close. I guess our nature is too different. Or maybe I simply never really got over myself enough to allow anyone a glimpse on the fact that I can be more than a big mouth. However, I sincerely hope that some small part of you can accept and respect that I tried serving you, your husband and ultimately the prince as best as I could. Ill-suited I may have been. But your advice was never given in vain. Therefore perhaps you may consider our brief conversations not as a complete waste of your time.
Da Grande is a formidable horse and I will be forever thankful for having received him from your hand. You did win the game, but I dare say the two of us made you work for it.
While your husband has received anything from me that could be of worth in our society and I am sure that if there is anything that can be used for your benefit it will be done just so I would still ask of you that, if you can, keep harm from Mr. di Leon (or whatever he calls himself by the time this gets around). He, too, has always tried his best to be of loyal service to the three of you.

((Die Gräfin erhält eine ihr wohl bekannte Pfeilspitze.))

Marchese Steffano Bruni
You are a cruel man. But that’s perfectly ok, because sometimes cruel men are what is needed. Besides, your cruelty never strikes without reason, which makes it very much understandable to me. Also I think you held back with me, most of the time. I don’t know why, but I think you liked me.
Me? I respect you, mostly for your methods and the way you never shied away from anyone or anything. Whether it incited respect or hate in others, you did what had to be done at that time. On top of that I had the privilege of being one of the few you not only invested in but – at least that’s what I think – you believed in. So I hope that my demise was worth the effort in some way or form.
There’s not much use in knowing that you taught a dead man. Still it may grant comfort every once in a while, so here we go. You taught me many lessons about humility, about dignity, how to loose either and how to keep them. Most importantly you taught me how to value my name and title. And seeing as my line is now as dead inofficially as it is officially I thought that what I’m sending you best rests in your care.
Most people may consider me your lap dog. I doubt that’s what I was. If I’m wrong, don’t tell me.

((Es liegt der Siegelring der Familie bei.))

Gregory Stevens
Once you read this it’s about time I finally address you by your real name. Nobody living or dead has shared more of my life and unlife than you have. You have always been there. Always the loyal servant. Never neglecting. Never doubting. Though I’m sure there were plenty of times when you would have thought it best. For your understanding and patience with an undeserving man I thank you.
Your character, your faithfulness is why I trust you with one final task.
We both know that Dee won’t take any of this well. So there is one final mercy I can grant her as well as you. After you’ve passed on the various informations from the safe you should also retrieve a small box from it. Inside you will find two pills. Give one to Dee and make her swallow. The other one is for you. It’ll numb the pain of loss a little. That’s all I can do for you guys now.

((In Wahrheit wird das Zeug nicht einfach nur den Schmerz dämpfen, sondern schlicht beide Ghule umbringen. Der Herr halten das für gnädiger.))

Jason di Leon
Little lion man…
With you it comes as no surprise that you’re still around. You should be. I might have been more intelligent, but you always had the smarts. Unlike me you obviously knew when to pull out. I didn’t, so that’s where it got me. Don’t let that drag you down for too long though. You’re a dancer, and the music won’t stop for long.
I know I trusted you more than I ever should have. Not because you meant ill, but because you and I are way too alike in one respects. Well – were, I should say.
Stick to your dreams, Jason. Or whatever your name actually is. Bow when you have to. Bend where you must. And in all other cases wear your head up high, the way its meant to be. Seeing as I can’t have a good reputation any longer you have to build one for the two of us. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.
You are my brother – the one I never had when I was still breathing. And I hope I made you feel like having one every once in a while as well. I’ll miss you a lot.

((Für Jason liegt Nates Tierkartenset bei.))

Elisabeth von Waldenström zu Brückner
In meiner eigenen Sprache hätte ich kunstvollere Worte finden können. Ich hoffe, Sie können diese hier dennoch geduldig ertragen.
Oft habe ich zu Ihnen gesagt, Sie hätten die seltene Gabe zu inspirieren. Nicht wie man Kunst inspiriert, sondern Menschen. Zu Loyalität, zu Gehorsam, zu einem Willen größer zu sein als das, was man einst war. Und ich erinnere mich auch sehr genau wie ungern Sie das hörten. Aber ein Geschenk abzulehnen ist äußerst unhöflich. Viele hier schätzen es. Vielleicht wirklich mehr als sie sollten. Aber selbst wenn… Die Domäne hatte in Ihnen stets einen guten Prinz, so weit das eben in unserer Gesellschaft möglich ist. Nicht jeder hier weiß um Ihre Schattenseiten. Auch ich glaube sie bestenfalls erahnt zu haben, egal wie viel ich davon sah. Dennoch. Das ändert nichts am Ergebnis.
Gerne würde ich endlich überzeugen. Doch weiß ich, dass es auch jetzt nicht gelingen wird.
Es war mir stets eine Ehre Ihnen zu dienen. Wäre es das nicht gewesen, hätte ich es schlicht nicht getan. Sie waren eine der wenigen Personen, zu denen ich auf sah. Glauben Sie mir wenn ich sage, es gab nie viele davon, egal zu welcher Zeit. Andere mögen mir nähergestanden haben. Aber das ist nicht das gleiche.
Ich bedaure zu oft zu impulsiv gewesen zu sein, zu ungeduldig. Oft die falschen Wahrheiten weitergegeben zu haben und die anderen nicht. Dennoch hege ich die Hoffnung wenigsten Sie können sehen, dass ich stets nach Kräften versucht habe meine Aufgaben nach bestem Wissen und Gewissen zu erfüllen. Ebenfalls hege ich die Hoffnung, dass es mir an manchen Stellen gelungen sein mag.
Ein Mann hat mir gesagt, es wäre mir gelungen ihm sein Lächeln wiederzugeben. Auch bei Ihnen hatte ich dies innständig gehofft. Nur ist es hier wesentlich unwahrscheinlicher. Für mich bleiben Sie dennoch Mona Lisa.
Erinnern Sie sich, wie einst Absolution erbeten wurde? Ich tat es damals nicht. Dafür tue ich es jetzt. Jetzt, da ich das Ergebnis nicht mehr kennen werde.
Eines noch. Ich habe an Sie eine kleine Sammlung überstellen lassen. Ratschläge, die Sie nicht benötigen werden. Aber etwas, das ich für Sie aufgegeben habe. Da dem so ist, glaube ich Sie sind bei Ihnen in guten Händen und gestatten womöglich wenigstens ein sachtes Schmunzeln an einen Neonaten mit einer zu großen Klappe dessen tiefempfundene Hochachtung Sie immer haben werden.

((Brückner erhält eine Zusammenfassung aller “Moment of Zen” Zeilen, die der Mann jemals an irgendwen verfasst hat.))

Jack
Seems to me your curse might be more valid than I had thought it would be. I reckon what you must be going through right now is somewhat alike to driving a drug out of your system. Must be hell. Sorry for that. Never meant for you to go through this.
There is, in fact, a lot I never meant for you to go through. Most of which I made you experience anyhow, because at that given time I thought it necessary. I still do. And while I would make the same mistakes again because I’m stubborn like that I always felt sorry for causing you pain. Boy, did I cause lots of that. Sometimes intentionally. Guess for those times I’m a little less sorry.
Anyway. Next to another person I’m sure these words will do you least justice of all. So I’ll limit myself to this: I love you. And while I no longer have the means of being able to tell how much I did so before I had your blood there is one thing I do know. You deserve being loved. If love could be controlled and ordered, I would have made myself love you more. As it is I know I never really did you any justice. Maybe in another life. Until then don’t feel bad about anything that we did or didn’t do. Smile sometimes. And remember that at least in your dreams you will always be free. Including free to love whoever you want. Who knows… Maybe she’ll be there too, waiting for you.
It was hell of a ride. Never forget. Because if you do I’ll come haunt your ass.

((Jean erhält auf seltsames Papier geschriebene Abhandlungen über den Buddhismus. Darüber hinaus einen USB Stick mit einer langen Abhandlung über den Lichtbringer, verfasst von Nate. Ebenfalls auch einen Rosenkranz, den er wohl sehr genau kennen sollte.))

Dee
I could fill volumes with what I should say. I should, in fact. Turns out I won’t have the time to do it. I know you’re probably thinking the old man got me killed. Truth be told I have no idea whether that’s actually the case. Doesn’t matter though. What is dead is dead.
Except, of course, for one thing…
It’s strange how everyone around us knows and yet I never explicitly told you. Not in a way you could actually believe it, though I know you must have been aware of it all the time, despite the blood. I love you, Dee. I always have and I did till the end. Had I any idea to tell whether love does in fact conquer death, I would tell you that I always will. But you’ve never known me to be a liar or a romantic fool. … Ok, despite the past months maybe. That was different. You know me better than that anyway.
I should have created you as my child. I had planned to. But then, even I’m scared sometimes. I thought that maybe you wouldn’t stick around, once you had your freedom of choice back. And now there’s no way of knowing what would have been different, had I not been such a bloody coward.
Anyway. What I’m trying to say is that I appreciate your sticking around. That you always stood up for me, especially to myself when nobody else did. You never took bullshit from me, always giving me sass about this or that. You’re the most difficult person I know, other than me. Certainly not the most intelligent one I know. But you are the only person living or dead I ever wanted to be around all the time. Guess that has to count for something.
There’s no need to miss me now, dear. You’ve got lots of memorabilia to remind you of me. Don’t worry. I’ve taken good care of you. You’ll be just fine.

((An Dee geht Nates Claddaghring und seine Lieblingsaugenklappe.))