M. Crinitus : l'agent qui a déployé ses ailes

M. Crinitus a écrit:Detail's' and Question's'

 And here we are again. You've proven that you can be trusted. But I feel that your lack of information may cause you to make the same mistakes that I once made. So, I will share with you a confession. You already know the location in which it takes place, which you found rather quickly, but you do not know the details.
I am not proud of what I have done or who I have become. Straka believes or believed, however you want to look at it, that everything can be rewritten, everything can be reborn. I'm not so sure.
There are threads that, when pulled, may unravel the entire tapestry. I, unknowingly, pulled such a thread. Then in my efforts to put it all back together I have become so entangled that I can barely move.
Let me explain. In order to see the birds it is necessary to become part of the silence, and I was very good at it. Somewhere in Time, I waited beside the clock with four faces and the Nightingale approached.
I had invested years of my life in reliable, unquestioning service. And I continued that service. I waited for the Nightingale to look away and I stole a key, part her soul, before fading back into the silence. I had done this before to various people in various ways. This time I made the mistake of looking back and seeing what I left behind.
As fate would have it, I was to deliver the key and the bag we had taken to the Château. But I remembered the Nightingale's panic and my curiosity got the better of me. I opened the bag.
It is one thing to see a book, just one story bound up and hidden. It is quite another to see an entire life all at once. Pictures, letters, notes, histories, stories. I still haven't read them all. But I began to see the birds for what they were, struggling and floundering as their ships filled with water. Fighting to reveal truth to the world in any way they could. Trying to keep those at the top from crushing those on the bottom. Fighting to change the world.
And I changed.
But what I have done can not be rewritten by what I do now. I have killed in cold blood. I have murdered, poisoned, even killed by defenestration, all for the man in the Château. Yet the blood is not on his hands. It is on mine.
All I can do is let you peak into the stolen bag in hopes that you may preserve at least some of it. You, and your friends, can man the next ship and keep it sailing. I will continue releasing documents for as long as I can, but I am moving now, I must always be moving, and the translation progress will be slow.

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future pic.twitter.com/9xJz0b7jXk

— Mystimus (@MyTheseus) April 11, 2014

M. Crinitus a écrit:Somewhere in Time, I waited beside the clock with four faces and the Nightingale approached.

Quelque part dans le Temps*, j'attendais à coté de l'horloge aux quatre faces et le Rossignol approcha.

M. Crinitus a écrit:I waited for the Nightingale to look away and I stole a key, part her soul, before fading back into the silence.

J'ai attendu que le Rossignol regarde ailleurs et j'ai volé une clef, une part de son âme*, avant de me fondre à nouveau dans le silence.

M. Crinitus a écrit:I was to deliver the key and the bag we had taken to the Château. But I remembered the Nightingale's panic and my curiosity got the better of me. I opened the bag.

J'étais supposé apporter la clef et le sac que nous avions pris au Château. Mais je me suis souvenu de la panique du Rossignol et ma curiosité a eu raison de moi. J'ai ouvert le sac.