[Kleio is curled up on her bed, wrapped up in a blanket. She looks bored. One arm is visible where she had to free it to turn on the video. No way she's freeing the other to actually type.]

I have a shift in the museum today. I don't think it's worth it. Going feels so pointless.

Maybe I'll write or something. In a little bit.

Twice. Twice now I've been tricked into marriage. Both times with a mortal. I shouldn't have gotten used to him.

Mortals always die leave. It's silly to be attached.

At least I don't need to continue rethinking my purpose anymore. No offense to all of you, but I was right. It wouldn't be right for a history muse to lose track of time.