This entire debate is quite frankly a rather pointless matter. Emotion
is a thing reserved for the weak of mind and spirit. It is a crutch upon
which they lean, it grants them convenient excuses for the things that
they do and those things which are done to them. He hated me, so he slew
me. She loved me, and so I gave my heart to her. Emotions are a
stormcloud which prevent the mind from functioning properly. Emotion is
the failure of reason and of logic.

Logic, Reason, Duty, Responsibility. These are the things that make both
life and unlife worth "living." It is through logic and reason, properly
applied, that we can see the world as it truly is. We can act without
becoming hot-blooded, without allowing emotion to cloud our thoughts. We
do what we must because it is both reasonable and logical to do so. To
divorce oneself from emotion is the greatest struggle of all, but also
the most rewarding. The Childer of Belladona need not concern themselves
with such fleeting concepts as love, peace, or harmony. These things are
illusions and pursuing them will lead only to your own undoing.

My dear uncle Xanithe. Once I thought you to be a paragon of Consanguine
virtue. You embodied all of those things which many strive for and never
see. You knew that loyalty to the Blood was paramount, loyalty to your
Sire, along with Respect, Honour, and Duty were those things which were
most important. You have betrayed them. You have betrayed all that you
once stood for. For what? For such far-fetched notions as these that you
now espouse? A once great being has fallen, and that is a shame.

The Childer of Belladona must remain strong. We must remain loyal to our
Blood, our houses, our duty, and our responsibilites. Immortality comes
at a price, a price that is heavy and demanding. It cannot be shrugged
off, to abandon it is folly. Let not emotion cloud your mind, strive to
drive it from yourself, for indeed it shall do you more harm than good.

Think, and repent, ye Blooded who fall prey to this folly called
emotion. Leave it to those mortals who would have it for themselves. Be
not like them, think not like them. In Blood were you forged, by Blood
do you live. Let it be reason, logic, and duty which drive you. Let
honour guide you, and let pride in your people give you succour in times
of need.

Ahi hay Belladona,
Ahi hay Nebre'seir,
Veovis, Arch Duke Nebre'seir

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Haernos, in the year 84 MA.