#Dr. Kaeleena Nara Kang Lockwood - you might be onto something

[hymnoire]

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Entry 1895.

Thursday, nineteeth of the month.

"I must write as I observe. Today is a grand day! My swan sisters are coming back to the nest for our Spring festival. I too, arrived no later than week ago, finding my path back into our beloved House of Miséricorde. Home. Residing in Oxford for the past two years have made me miss the meadows in Buckinghamshire. I believe almost none of them, my sisters, have truly missed my presence, besides my Gayane. As I am watching her from afar by her side is standing the Golden Boy, I question myself. Many years have passed - I never quite forgot about the observations I have written down my many diaries nor reported in my files. The mystery of him remains unsolved : while Mother Libitina has provided me an unlimited access to all the swans and crows medical files, the Golden Boy's have always been the missing one. Mother Libitina does trust me as she foresees in me her successor as Mother Supreeme ; she describes my intellect as noble enough not to let my emotions cloud my judgement nor sabotage the integrity of my science - I remain the only swan aware of my own history. My sisters along with the crows demonstrate a grand intellect that however remains beneath mine - except for the Golden Boy's. His emotional capacities are absent, absent enough for his cognitive plasticity to have taken so much place, his skills are beyond impressive, beyond any other crow's, beyond even Headmaster Nero's himself I believe. While the Golden Boy's mind seem to connect elements as fast as mine does, he appears enable to treat a human being and a dog differently. It is quite fascinating to me. I sometimes fear the prototypes of my experiments would display similar abilities yet a total lack of humanity and empathy such as his. Coming from me, it might sound surprising yet I believe empathy is what separates a living being from an abomination. I don't mind being an abomination myself. I remember the days we spent, Golden boy and I, observing arthropods in the sand. I must keep observing, I must keep searching, I must understand. Who is Golden Boy?"