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May 09, 2011 16:50

I have not written for a time. So much has...changed.

L is here. I hardly...I do not know what to do with him. He is as exasperating as ever, but he hasn't made any moves to...expose or harm me. Our conversations have been less than genial but not...overall unpleasant. Save perhaps one. I spoke too much, I don't know what I was thinking...

And I certainly don't know what he was thinking, to - well.

Never mind that.

And then there is Scheherazade. I would not speak too much of her. I think...she is a clever woman, quick-minded, independent. Speaking with her is pleasurable. I have...on that same day I spoke too much to L, I somehow committed myself to a relationship. I'm not sure what to think of this, but on the other hand...

It has driven off some of my melancholy.

She was bitten, though. I will search for the culprit, the vampire, and do what must be done, no matter how I have to carry it through.

I am sick of my helplessness. Every day it seems there is more wrongness here, more people going unpunished for their crimes. I try not to think on it, but I cannot avoid it.

The thought troubles me. Who keeps order here? No one. Who protects the innocent? No one.

I should be doing more. Perhaps if I spoke to Ryuk I might find out more about this woman keeping his Death Note...
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