May 29th, entry fourteen

[unevoked]

Hey Bastet, What d'you have to do to join the guard? You're the person to contact, right?

Pollux, you let that bitch in my room again and I'll cut you.

[Penciltaps. Maybe those two things shouldn't be written right next to each other, but he can't bring himself to care.]

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[sting_to_death]

[ You know that means she'll try to convince Pollux to let her in again so then Castor cuts him yes? Yes. ]

You will never get in, no matter how hard you try.

[sting_to_death]

I don't remember ever backpedaling.

Because I think there is nothing to share.

[unevoked]

[Another arrow drawn up- it branches into two to point to her underlined statement up there and the "How do you hope to survive."] You change your tune pretty quick 'bout her.

So you're my sole motivator here?

[sting_to_death]

I never said she couldn't hold back. But you're so weak that even someone as in control of her skills as Bastet is could accidentally kill you off.

I think so, yes.

[unevoked]

Ahuh. Which's why I survive working with the crazy fucks I do, right?

You're fucking self-obsessed.

[sting_to_death]

You work in a food store. Don't compare it to being in the Guard.

Then tell me why you want to join.

[unevoked]

And I bet people lose more limbs there than in the guard. Only difference is they grow 'em back in a day.

It ain't your damn business or the journals.

[sting_to_death]

What are you talking about?

You have no other reasons, that is all.

[unevoked]

You should see the New Guy cut off his own hand sometime. Fucking weird. Zombie's the same way.

[pencil taaaps. Nah, not worth it for now.] No other ones that concern you. Stop acting like if you don't look at shit it ain't there.

[sting_to_death]

Not so different from shooting yourself in the head, is it? You have no room to talk.

[ She sees those penciltaps. ] If you don't tell me anything, it means that there's nothing to tell.

[unevoked]

'Cept that killed me. I heal quick, but not like that.

How 'bout a wager. I get in, that's it. You're right and I fail, I tell you.

[sting_to_death]

Then who's the weird one here, you or them?

Very well. You aren't going to get in anyway.

[unevoked]

Fixing lopped-off fingers in a couple seconds is a bit different than healing up a cut in a couple minutes.

It gives you something to look forward to in the meantime, then. Not sure why you care so much 'bout me, though.

[sting_to_death]

The point is you died, they didn't.

Don't be stupid, I could care less about you. I'm just worried you'd get in my way as I try to do my job.

[unevoked]

...Yeah.

Then why keep asking my reasoning? That's got nothing to do with me being there or not.

[sting_to_death]

Bored.