Finally: I am told it ends.

It has been made clear to me that we should put our affairs in order. I know what this means. The Professor noted the information recieved, and so it is, and I daresay there is a sense of relief in that. I am no longer responsible for making that decision, and yet I have not really lost any control. The mirrors can erase us, they shine in a terrible blindly haze and it makes perfect sense now: I know why der toten Kinder huddle, and why Asche wears a mask. I am not certain how it is to occur, but it shall, and soon. I hesitate only long enough to feel regret for the small ones, and a passive sadness that we had really come rather far in life, considering...and for naught. I am assuming Christmastime with the family will be the last for us. And it disturbs me that I do not feel anything when typing that statement.