[Private]
I haven't forgotten you.
I would never forget you.
I would never... [/filter]
[the journal is picking up the sound of movement from Abel's room.
anyone passing through the Satis tower on the way to the church or just hangin' out in the vicinity (for whatever reason) might notice a great deal of rummaging and tossing about of things. one Father Abel Nightroad is tearing his room apart in search of something. drawers are upturned, contents of closets on the floor outside of them, papers scattered over the desk and table.
Abel is digging, digging through the drawer beside his nightstand crouched, before he makes a noise of frustration and slams it shut again, leaning back against the side of the mattress and burying his face in his hands.
he'd lost it. somehow, he'd lost it. he needed it, and it was gone...]
God, please don't tell me, that I've...
[ooc: Abel got a loss change after being pistol whipped by Esther and dragged out to the Dead Zone during the event; his new loss is his memory of Lilith's image. he's looking for the photograph he got for Christmas, with her in it D; open for in person/journals]