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[ Woden -- or is it David? -- he's sans mask today, sits in a chair, with his helmet. No lights today, nothing to attract the sort of attention that Woden normally craved. ]

I wonder... [ Says David Blake, with that slightly reedy, british voice. ]

How many of you have toyed with the idea of reform? In mythology, of course, it's quite the theme. Coming to terms with one's mistakes, learning from them, growing. Or perhaps merely suffering without knowledge of their past crimes. I have sources, examples, if you would like. The tale of Jaya and Vijaya is one of my particular favorites, or, of course, if you prefer the much more classic Greek, there's Sisyphus, or...Tantalus -- but those punishments are so... medieval, aren't they?

I think we're beyond such things. Coming clean about one's own crimes, and feeling... remorse should be enough, yes? [ A pause, he lifted the helmet, looked at it. David's face reflected back on himself. ]

Or perhaps not? Should we give up more, to show that it's worth it?

It was suggested that I give this up, to prove my devotion to the idea. [ He turned the helmet to face the camera, suspended on his fingertips, before he tossed it behind him. ] A costume change may be appropriate, in fact, don't you think? We've only found ourself at the end of the first drop, after all. It's about time I take the journey in another direction. Any other requests, before I take start earnestly investing in this change? I do want to prove that I am capable of being more than just an old punching bag whenever you all feel like you need one.

All I beg is forgiveness. It is, after all, the holiday season.