[437]
[There's some quiet page flipping, followed by the crackle of a small fire and the sound of the wind in the background. It's eerily quiet for someone who's supposed to be outside, though ...
Finally, though, writing will appear on the page. She doesn't really make an effort to disguise it, but seeing as how she rarely ever writes in the journal, it might be unrecognizable to some.]
So, Paradisa. What is it that keeps you going? What do you do when you feel lost, or hurt, [Pauses for a moment, considering her wording.] and you're not sure what to do or where to go next?
[Another, longer pause.]
And what's this about ice cream?
Finally, though, writing will appear on the page. She doesn't really make an effort to disguise it, but seeing as how she rarely ever writes in the journal, it might be unrecognizable to some.]
So, Paradisa. What is it that keeps you going? What do you do when you feel lost, or hurt, [Pauses for a moment, considering her wording.] and you're not sure what to do or where to go next?
[Another, longer pause.]
And what's this about ice cream?