[i][INDENT]They wanted so badly to prove me wrong today...  I suppose I am at fault for this lapse judgment.  Truly, they had me momentarily convinced that I could trust them to learn true fieldwork.  No matter how quickly Josephine and Kael progress, they can't learn if they aren't in the field.  However, they refuse to follow directions once we leave the safety of the workshop, so how can I teach them to be truly good hunters?  They don't have the luxury to learn by trial and error like I did, suffering a hundred deaths by a hundred beasts to learn their every move.  They need to be more adaptable, more prepared, always focused.

Josephine nearly died today.  I've been trying to distance myself from her since she came to study beneath me.  She took to combat like a beast to blood, truly shining just like her mother every day.  I could not believe how well she and Kael actually performed in the courtyard, but it was too close for comfort and there were too many for their inexperience.  If only they'd listened... I almost lost one of my best apprentices today.  I almost lost my legacy - my only daughter.[/INDENT][/i]

The young woman blinked and re-read the line thrice more.  She was the only person who almost died in front of him today...  But his daughter?  She frowned - he would have told her, wouldn't he?  How could Master Edmund be her father?  She was left with a family who gave her absolutely no respect; did they know she came from one of Yharnam's greatest hunters?  And why would he leave her like that? He could have been training her up from childhood, but instead chose to wait until she almost died?  Maybe she could find anything else in the journal, though she knew now how far back it went, she started from the beginning and started looking for anything relevant.  Her first days here must be in an older journal, even though this one was almost full, it had been a while since she came to the workshop.  However, this one seemed to start a few months after that.

[i][indent]She told me today about the family that her mother and I left her with.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but we thought it was necessary.  Between the two of us, caring for the patients and going out for hunts, we would have never been able to raise her the way that we wanted to.  She grew up in neglect, but she doesn't complain about it.  She works hard, bringing her back to the workshop was a decision I'll never regret.  I only wish her mother would stop by one of these days to see her.  Though, I'm sure that's why she doesn't come around.  It took all of her power not to keep Josephine for herself when she was first born.[/indent][/i]

There was no more mention of her mother, or who it was.  She was never mentioned by name, as she was only referred to as 'Josephine's Mother' all throughout.  It seemed that she had not come to the workshop in order to avoid the young huntress, and Josephine felt tears prick the back of her eyes.  There wasn't anything else that she could find, flipping through the pages and skimming each quickly - though every few pages made mention of her, reaffirming her notion that she was indeed Master Edmund's daughter.  Her relief and wonder were quickly replaced with pain and betrayal.  Why hadn't he told her?  Why hadn't he tried to get closer, or make up for all the years they'd missed?  Who was her mother, who could Master Edmund have chosen to carry her in the first place?

Her mind pressed with an even more important question suddenly: where were Edmu- her father - and Kael?  She ran back down to the basement and pulled on as much of her gear as she could in such a little time before sheathing her weapon, holstering her pistol, and grabbing a torch from the shop, sprinting out of the doors.

She made her way to the city - all the way up to the doors to the city.  Where would she even start looking?  This was dangerous...  Then she heard it.  One of the most bone-chilling screeches ever to have infected her ear.  Her blood began to boil as her heartbeat tripled in pace.  That had to be Kael.  It had to be.  She took off down the streets - he would be fine...  Edmund was going for him, that had to be why he left the workshop too, and if she had learned anything in the last few years, it was that Edmund was invincible.  The man could handle anything in this city.