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So Temen-ni-Gru hasn't gone down for them, and father hasn't betrayed Vergil. Dante isn't running his mouth about the third key, either. And I won't make the mistake of doing that this time. I can't stand stand speaking to him. Then what does this mean now?
It was easier with Kyrie and Nero being here. I feel as if I'm doomed to be stuck here forever sometimes. Why isn't it me who gets sent back home? Why am I always the one who comes back and has to explain everything to everyone that comes from home?
Better yet, why am I angry? A year ago I didn't want to go home, but the circumstances from a year ago are different from now. This bloodline- Well, whatever. I like him better this way. And not in that way. It's less of a headache getting on his back about his brother now, at least he'll seek him out more.
Ha, I've gotten too soft in this place. I can't tell him what happened to his brother, I don't want to. What the fuck is wrong with me?
It's the last day of the weekend, and what am I going to do? I'm going to study, and shut up, I like studying.
I recommend getting bottled water for today, if everyone is that upset over water being gone. Or do we have bottled water? If it's an issue of dehydration, there's other drinks, you know. It's a harmless curse, nothing will come of it. Just wait until October, it will get worse, unless the curses around here continue to lose their creativity. Who knows, maybe for the more vain, milkshakes might be good for the skin... or something. Sweets are still disgusting to me.
Esther, I'm going to kill you.