Daranon's journal: They are gone
((in the middle of a coded paragraph, the confident handwriting stops. Replaced by very carefully placed blocked letters, in common, for all to read...))
They are gone now.
Victim to a death of my choosing.
Once again, I am whole.
And I feel nothing.
They are gone now.
Victim to a death of my choosing.
Once again, I am whole.
And I feel nothing.