You, of all, I can trust. I wish keeping you in the dark wasn't necessary. I would not, however, share my knowledge of the future or the past with anyone unless...
Well. Rigidity is not a virtue.
I wish
trust was less difficult. I wish
loyalty came with less of a prize, except
being generous might not be the answer to anything, just like going through pain might
eventually lead to something greater. Thinking too much is not appropriate. Knowing when to stop is, I suppose, a great power indeed.
This curse - if it is one - seems to have stopped every clock in the house. It doesn't seem to be very dangerous, but I still think we should be careful.
There must be incredible powers at work and it can't be for nothing.
I do hope the clocks aren't exact symbols of time in the City. I doubt it, though.
I would look into this further, but I'm not certain it would be wise. I don't feel like walking around too much today. This week has exhausted me quite a bit.
What a time to catch a fever.
[ooc: Not actually cursed with the zombie-flu.]