[IC (Jenehvive)]
Still not sure whether this was a good idea or not. I don't know what I thought I'd find back in Gilneas...closure maybe, or something left to stay attached to, something to patch the wound a bit. There wasn't any of that left there, it's ridiculous to have thought otherwise but- sometimes you just have to hold out some hope for it, I suppose. I do think Lyell was right, though. Not much left here but bad memories and ghosts; yet I still can't bring myself to leave again so quickly, even after everyone else is long scattered, I'm sure.
There wasn't really any time to mourn when it all happened. Too much too quickly, no time for anything but surviving and getting the hell out and, on top of all that, adapting to the curse. I didn't even have the time to bury them properly, for all I know the graves aren't even there anymore. I don't think I want to know for sure. Suppose this is one way of- making up for all that, for everything I'd have liked to do then and just wasn't able. I left the door unlatched, in case Chal changes his mind...I've got Gerard watching, he'll know if any of the deaders make their way this far, but this is about as far away from the Wall as one can get here and I rather doubt trouble will find me in the south of Gilneas. I'll give the place a proper sendoff this time and Light help anything that decides to try to get in the way of that.
((the rest has apparently been added much later, in fresher ink and a less steady hand.))
Haven't been able to sleep. It feels more abandoned than the rest of Gilneas here, somehow, without either of them home- he always did say mum snored to wake the dead. If that's where I got it from perhaps it's a good thing I'm kept from sleeping, don't want to be waking up anything round here...least I think I don't. Who knows what's really around, maybe the whole bloody village's haunted and I just can't tell. Gerard doesn't seem to see anything...I wonder if cats see ghosts, anyway. Wonder how people end up that way in the first place, and if it's any better than being one of the rotters...who knows. Light, I'm tired.
There wasn't really any time to mourn when it all happened. Too much too quickly, no time for anything but surviving and getting the hell out and, on top of all that, adapting to the curse. I didn't even have the time to bury them properly, for all I know the graves aren't even there anymore. I don't think I want to know for sure. Suppose this is one way of- making up for all that, for everything I'd have liked to do then and just wasn't able. I left the door unlatched, in case Chal changes his mind...I've got Gerard watching, he'll know if any of the deaders make their way this far, but this is about as far away from the Wall as one can get here and I rather doubt trouble will find me in the south of Gilneas. I'll give the place a proper sendoff this time and Light help anything that decides to try to get in the way of that.
((the rest has apparently been added much later, in fresher ink and a less steady hand.))
Haven't been able to sleep. It feels more abandoned than the rest of Gilneas here, somehow, without either of them home- he always did say mum snored to wake the dead. If that's where I got it from perhaps it's a good thing I'm kept from sleeping, don't want to be waking up anything round here...least I think I don't. Who knows what's really around, maybe the whole bloody village's haunted and I just can't tell. Gerard doesn't seem to see anything...I wonder if cats see ghosts, anyway. Wonder how people end up that way in the first place, and if it's any better than being one of the rotters...who knows. Light, I'm tired.