I hate to break it to all of you, but my mind will not be changed on this. I've many reasons, and I'm not going to lay them all out here for debate.
I will state, however, some clarifications:
-- It is not because Targus is a gypsy that I believe this about him. So you can stop lumping me in with the accolytes of the GFW. I do believe gypsies bring undead, but not through any doing of their own. I think they were cursed by a powerful one of their own. That is why this seems only to be truth in Wayside. Do not think, however, that his Romani heritage is the cause for my belief. It is insulting to my intelligence.
-- For the select few who know The Hero's true name, I urge you to engage your brain, and try not to be clouded by personal will or need. Liddia, just because you don't want something to be true, does not make it a lie.
-- He can crawl into any circle and be identified by any number of certifiable formalists. I see no problems with this. I do not, however, think it will do much good, since there are balances to everything. There are ways for vampires to walk in sunlight, and there are ways to circumvent or confuse formal magics. Nothing in this world is absolute. I do not think his willingness to do so makes him more or less guilty or innocent. I do not think for an instant that he will come to the circle unprepared, for no one would.
That said, I've no problem with him wanting to be identified, or with anyone who wants to putting up the time and money to see it done. I'm just stating from the outset that it will not change my mind, no matter the outcome. It is the lot of those with the Sight to have to watch such things unfold, their cries ignored. It is called the Cassandra phenomenon, and it is something that though frustrating, I am working on accepting. I have said my peace to everyone on this issue, and given my reasons multiple times. I will not shout myself hoarse on this. It is not my fault that some cannot accept truth when it is presented.
Though I do not wish you to suffer, I will not do more than lead you to the truth. I cannot make you believe in it as well. To do so or to not do so -- that is your will, and your choice. When the pieces fall -- and I've a sense that they are currently beginning to descend -- all will be revealed and I'll have little sympathy for the tears of those who got caught underneath.
Now enough dreaming. I've got gingerbread to bake.