Living as a memory

I despise having to live these lies. While I appreciate the mandate of remembering the lost, the fallen, the erased, it grows taxing having to live so many different lives. Morrow had has purpose still but I need to refrain from existing as him for a time.
 
The idea of being wiped from the towers is both pleasing and repulsive. I needed Morrow to continue my work, the path it was taking up until two days ago. Now? The Ministry would know in a moment that something was off if I walk through those doors. Especially Mella. She is lucky like that, having been raised the way she was. She has her eyes closed to the real plight of the people, the real pain her... OUR actions caused. What a c---.
So I say farewell to Morrow. For now. He and I will be as one again some day, but I expect that might be a very truncated day. If T.J.C is anywhere near correct, Morrow burns with me, and I am ok with that.
 
48 hours. I lose my backdoor to the Lie. I lose an alias, or the reliability of it. I nearly died (how enlightening that was, or Morrow would still be here) and now I have to walk as Elra for a time.
I am not sure what sort of rag-tag group I have gotten wrapped up in. They seem far too open with personal information. Drug addict -possibly former-, gang turncoat (with good reason, I suppose), gutter snipe, medical escapee, former assassin, escaped petting zoo attraction. And what do they know of me? Nothing, really. I don't technically exist.
 
I'll seek guidance in the dark, when the others are asleep. The silence of the underground brings a special clarity. Perhaps It will speak to me again, perhaps not.
 
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Well, here we are. Bone tokens for me, cryptic messages for the others. Not sure what deadface meant with "spoken in your own voice". If that was for me, hard no, at least for now. Not until I can convert or convince the others I am not a mad-man or a spirit walker who steals bodies. They can believe that last one for all I care. Maybe they'll come around, maybe not.
 
I can't believe the struggle they want to go through in traversing districts. If we hadn't been wiped Morrow would walk through that gate, slate in hand, no problem. Now? Sewers or forged papers. Damn, do I want to stay away from those towers...