Private Entry
We spoke, and nothing was solved. Why did he call me out, in the middle of the night, sounding so urgent to talk to me, when all he had to say was that he has nothing to say?
Those past few months... were so hard; I kept wondering why, thinking that perhaps he had a reason, but... just when I thought I would have closure... it makes me want to stab something with my spear and just cry... how dare he...!!! You do not confuse someone, insist to talk with them, then just... just drop everything as if it never happened!
Well, I cannot look at him as a friend ever again. If he does not care, then I have no reason to either. If he causes trouble, he will be in the jail next to the other prisoner, and I will not allow myself to feel no remorse for the man who does not care.
Master Thomas and I spoke the other night... it's been so long since we had a talk together, without anyone else around. I'm [a few words are scratched out in orange ink] apprehensive about interrogating the criminal--I've never interrogated someone before. What if I do it wrong?! Or what if he lies and I don't realize it?? Part of me selfishly wishes that Master Thomas and I could do something more pleasant and enjoyable together, instead of interrogating a thief, but I am so happy to just do anything together!!!
Sir Stallion also made me promise to make sure Sir Hugo does not get too sad... I hope I don't let him down!!!