Aug 11, 2006 19:34
My keyboard is cleaned up. The glass is cleaned up. My heart is still shattered. As said before by a wise man there are things worse than death...and I am about to confront it.
There is ink in my hair and in my skin and clothes as i'm crouched atop my monitor, which Randy helped me put back together, and glaring at the door. If Faux wants to come get me, let him. I can do my best and only my best to help stop him. It hurts, because I may no longer exist after this meeting. Nicolai, I'm sorry. I love you.
I looked up at Devan one more time before I left to stalk the door.
Quoth the raven. Nevermore...