Chapter 5
Not much of a chapter for this one. I'm tired, and I think I'll return to my bed in a moment.
I invited Kitty to tea the other day. I felt that apologies needed to be said. I didn't realise just how much the curse could have changed who I was. It horrifies me to think that such a place has so much control over its citizens.
It makes me wonder if the magican-ruled government was similar for the people in London. If so, I am disgusted. Perhaps there were other ways, other than raids and watchers. I suppose I shall never know, nor find out how things are going to be built up from the rubble. With more than half the government dead, no doubt it will be difficult. Devereux was hopeless, at any rate. Many of them were; to let beings of the Other Place into their bodies without thinking of the consequences? Utterly stupid. I trust Bartimaeus, however, so at least I knew what I was doing.
Just musings and ramblings, though, really. What I did want to say is that Kitty has given me a present. I was surprised she would do such a thing for me. A book, to be precise. I don't think there's much about pentacles and summoning around here, but I haven't had the chance to look yet. Nevertheless, this book? Fairytales. I know it's a little, well, ridiculous, but it's oddly endearing. It reminds me of when I was a boy. It was kind of her, though...
I realise I've been uneccesarily cold towards her over the past week, but it's difficult to understand it all. The City and -- and this. Whatever this is, it's bewildering.
Kitty... You're a bloody pain in the arse and damn near impossible to argue with. The name's fitting, certainly, and I've met felines with a better temperament! But you know what? You're not one I mind at all; in fact, I'm - I'm sort of glad you're here. It's made leaving bearable. It's a bit mental to hate and lo care for someone so much, but this place never makes much sense anyway. Just wish you'd stop trying to be so strong about everything. I know I'm the same way, but that's different. I wish you'd let me in sometimes. Then I could try the same.
Bartimaeus? You... there are no words about you. Infuriatingly clever and pert. Obstinate. I respect you, and I think I hate you a little because of that. But I couldn't have asked for a better serv companion in the end.
Alright, so this has become more than a footnote. Bartimaeus was always better at them than anyone else, anyway. Bloody clever creature that he is.
I suppose I shall take that as a cue that I should retire to bed. Good day.
[ooc; Strikes are soooo unreadable. XD]
I invited Kitty to tea the other day. I felt that apologies needed to be said. I didn't realise just how much the curse could have changed who I was. It horrifies me to think that such a place has so much control over its citizens.
It makes me wonder if the magican-ruled government was similar for the people in London. If so, I am disgusted. Perhaps there were other ways, other than raids and watchers. I suppose I shall never know, nor find out how things are going to be built up from the rubble. With more than half the government dead, no doubt it will be difficult. Devereux was hopeless, at any rate. Many of them were; to let beings of the Other Place into their bodies without thinking of the consequences? Utterly stupid. I trust Bartimaeus, however, so at least I knew what I was doing.
Just musings and ramblings, though, really. What I did want to say is that Kitty has given me a present. I was surprised she would do such a thing for me. A book, to be precise. I don't think there's much about pentacles and summoning around here, but I haven't had the chance to look yet. Nevertheless, this book? Fairytales. I know it's a little, well, ridiculous, but it's oddly endearing. It reminds me of when I was a boy. It was kind of her, though...
I realise I've been uneccesarily cold towards her over the past week, but it's difficult to understand it all. The City and -- and this. Whatever this is, it's bewildering.
Kitty... You're a bloody pain in the arse and damn near impossible to argue with. The name's fitting, certainly, and I've met felines with a better temperament! But you know what? You're not one I mind at all; in fact, I'm - I'm sort of glad you're here. It's made leaving bearable. It's a bit mental to hate and lo care for someone so much, but this place never makes much sense anyway. Just wish you'd stop trying to be so strong about everything. I know I'm the same way, but that's different. I wish you'd let me in sometimes. Then I could try the same.
Bartimaeus? You... there are no words about you. Infuriatingly clever and pert. Obstinate. I respect you, and I think I hate you a little because of that. But I couldn't have asked for a better serv companion in the end.
Alright, so this has become more than a footnote. Bartimaeus was always better at them than anyone else, anyway. Bloody clever creature that he is.
I suppose I shall take that as a cue that I should retire to bed. Good day.
[ooc; Strikes are soooo unreadable. XD]