Requiem
A ribbon and a feather. I recognize the taste in such items immediately. And the sentiment.Something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones- in the wisps of Myst that reside in this place.
The Bunansa house has dwindled from the three original members to one, new members to two.This large house we picked and decorated, is suddenly very empty. What need have I for pretty trinkets and dresses? All the treasure we had amassed is merely trash without the memories of how we liberated it. To throw them away seems a waste. However, as I know one of my companions is forever gone and I have a certainty I shan't see the other for some time at the very least- If ever. I'm a realistic man. This place forces me to expect the worst.
With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man.
I shouldn't be so surprised each time I lose something. Really, I don't have the heart time for this. To dwell on the past is to neglect the future, a dangerous habit.
Good captain, I'm not sure about that drink- I don't know if I feel like going out. Yourself?
I still have the mop's Travis's journal, so don't wait for his tongue to wag for before answering.
The Bunansa house has dwindled from the three original members to one, new members to two.This large house we picked and decorated, is suddenly very empty. What need have I for pretty trinkets and dresses? All the treasure we had amassed is merely trash without the memories of how we liberated it. To throw them away seems a waste. However, as I know one of my companions is forever gone and I have a certainty I shan't see the other for some time at the very least- If ever. I'm a realistic man. This place forces me to expect the worst.
With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man.
I shouldn't be so surprised each time I lose something. Really, I don't have the heart time for this. To dwell on the past is to neglect the future, a dangerous habit.
Good captain, I'm not sure about that drink- I don't know if I feel like going out. Yourself?
I still have the mop's Travis's journal, so don't wait for his tongue to wag for before answering.