Useless.

So very useless.

Always the man in the shadows.

Always the man who feels everything, but expresses nothing.

A shell.

My mother called me that once.

A shell of my father, ready to be stuffed with information groomed to run a company, a family, and carry on the name, Sheppard.

But how can I do that when I am so ill-equipped?

The power given to me…has no…

value.

But I…I am valuable.

Am I not?

Yes…

Yes I can make a difference.

If I try.

I believe I may become excommunicated.

But I was never much a family man in the first place.

There are things to be done.