The Shrike Nhân vật Valor Mortis

The mysterious leader of the rebellion. Loved by the common people, who see in this figure a saviour, and willingly assist the rebels by spying and delivering information. Among the French soldiers, the Shrike inspires great dread, being notorious for dealing with them in a most terrible and ruthless manner.

After meeting the Shrike, I have come to the conclusion that this figure is far more complex than I had originally assumed. Above all, there seems to be a personal grievance with Napoleon, as if he has caused her some great wrong. I am also certain that she has not told me everything, and that she knows far more than she reveals. Her arrogant exterior is likely only a façade, for she appears deeply concerned with the fate of these lands and the people who dwell here. She has given me a key, said to unlock the doors to the truth of Napoleon's power somewhere within the depths of the University. Though I am not entirely sure I should trust her, I am certain that I must follow where these doors lead.

All is clear to me now, though I almost wish it were not.

The Shrike, Maria Walewska, and the Emperor's Emissary — they are one and the same. One woman, moving unseen through every corridor of intrigue, her hand steady upon every thread I once thought unconnected.

It was she who guided the rebellion with an iron resolve. She who lured the Mice into obedience with a mothering hand. It was her deceitful voice whispering sweet lies into Bonaparte's ear. And into mine.

I must admit, I do not know what to make of this woman. The experiments to which I was subjected bear some trace of her design, yet her true purpose remains veiled.

There is cruelty in her methods, this I cannot deny — towards the Emperor, towards his ranks. And yet, in her dealings with the common folk there is a devotion so profound it borders on the sacred. She is no simple conspirator. She knows far more than she reveals.

One thing alone I dare to conclude: where Bonaparte hungers for power, she burns for something altogether different. Something fiercer, and perhaps far more dangerous.

Freedom.