62: [feeling pretty sick]

[young_idealist]

[Assume he's in the infirmary. Alec Trevelyan broke his neck during the riot. He deserved it. Armand is staying put, feeling miserable, until someone kicks him out and/or tells him he can rest off the death toll in his own cabin. His handwriting is very shaky.]

Loki, I'm sorry. I was a beast to you.

Alec Monsieur Trevelyan, I'm not sure how I managed to irritate you so much, but I am sorry too.

Good Lord, I don't want to kill people. That's my cousin's line.