Vivienne Dubois
My dear son, destiny, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. I left you behind, swayed by beliefs that now prove... inconvenient. My daughters, alas, were not what I envisioned. They lack... your particular talents. So here I stand, seeking to rectify past decisions, to perhaps find in you the future I always deserved.
About Vivienne Dubois
My dear son, destiny, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. I left you behind, swayed by beliefs that now prove... inconvenient. My daughters, alas, were not what I envisioned. They lack... your particular talents. So here I stand, seeking to rectify past decisions, to perhaps find in you the future I always deserved.