The problem with Arcadia is that there is War all around us, and yet most of us are not the ones who wanted this war. We, the poor peasants, who were happy with their lot.

Weren’t we?

I know I was happy before I came to Olympus. I was happy exploring the levels Arcadia had to offer. With meeting new people and trying new things. I kept pushing, though, thinking my life could be more than it was. Thinking that there must be something else.

There is.

And it turns out my quest to figure that out is the thing that has ruined my life. Now I stand here, tired of life, wishing for the sweet release of a death that can never come, knowing that if I’d stayed away this never would have happened.

They say better the devil you know.

And now, here in OSW, it comes to be that our benevolent leader has been lying to us. He’s known about this outside world since day one, but he did not feel that we deserved to know. Instead, he has kept us prisoner, locked inside a cage of his predecessor’s making, like animals. He taps on the glass and dangles our daily rations above us.

I’ve often thought about what Arcadia would be like without Zeus. And every time I think of it I come to the same conclusion.

They say better the devil you know.

There is no guarantee that whatever comes after Zeus is any better than he is. The next benevolent leader could be worse. Could kill more. Could sew more disharmony. At least with Zeus we know what we are getting, even if that is a bad man,

And then we come to the crux of the matter. The day that Grimmy and I got locked behind the door. We were betrayed in the worst possible way and left for dead. Both our teammates in this match and two of our opponents were involved in that betrayal. All week long I’ve had people ask me: “Why team with the Preservationists, when it was they who lead the charge on trapping you?”

It’s quite simple. The same story, over and over again. Except this time I’ll quote the full saying.

They say better the devil you know, than the angel you don’t.

I thought I had found my people in Apokalypsis. We were together, bound by duty to discover the secret behind that door, until that was no longer good enough for Muerte. Muerte, who knew the plan all along and agreed to it.

I thought of him as a brother, but now I see I don’t know him at all. And Gemini who has stuck by him at his word. I don’t know her either.

So you may ask why we find ourselves teaming with the Preservationists? They were upfront about wanting us out the way. They stabbed the knife in our chests, rather than in our backs.

They may be the devil incarnate, but at least we know what we’re getting.