[Filter: Lysander and Aidan]

Ash is dead.

I'm sorry.

[Filter: Lysander, Aidan]

[the handwriting is very shaky and is back to looking like his]

help me

[Filter: Private]

I still don't think this is a good idea.

(How can he be so sure they won't do anything?)

I guess there's no way out, but

Maybe if I keep telling myself it'll be fine...

[Filter: Private; voice on]

Is this how to use this?

Ah, seems to be.

It's difficult to talk... maybe this wasn't such a good idea. [sigh]

It's a very pretty city at night. I wonder if it's light magic that keeps those lamps lit? It doesn't look like fire...

[another sigh]

Why am I even talking to myself? This is so silly.

[Filter: Lysander]

...I have a very bad feeling about all of this...

[Filter: Public]

Valhalla really is a beautiful city... ah, once you can get past just how large it is.

[Filter: Private]

So this is how they live.

(It's so different.)

Isn't there anything we can do...?

I hate

It's very... big.

It's impressive how it's already starting to feel warmer when we're barely just out of Silesia.

[Filter: Aidan]

I'm sorry about that. I'm better now.

[pause]

[Filter: Aidan, Lysander, Ash]

Are we leaving tomorrow...?

[Filter: Private]

We're feeding off of scraps, and they're basking in the fruit of their labor.

Does the thought that she died comfort them?

I wish

[pause, and then the page is torn off]