Log 15 | filtered to the victoria ii, voice
[sigh] I am glad that the fighting has, for the moment, come to an end. It is a great relief to be able to breathe the fresh air once again without any fear of combat. I do not fear its concept... it is more the reason for it. The implications, the outcome... I am not afraid of death, but if I am ever to lose my life, I do not wish it to be on the battlefield, in a battle that is not of my choosing.
[another sigh] It does me little good to dwell on such things. There are other matters to attend to.
I have been a passenger on this ship for many months, and though I have cherished every moment, I find myself growing weary and quite... unuseful. Might there be something I can do to contribute? Perhaps in the kitchen, or the infirmary.
[he laughs quietly, but not out of bitterness] Were Judge Drace here, she would scoff and tell me such places are not fit for a child. Be that as it may... I simply cannot stand idle.