I wish for things that I don't need, and what I chase won't set me free

... hey Scales.

You bastard.

Going and disappearing on us like that? After you were going to reform the Guard with us? And came down into the cloudy Wilderness to help me? We were starting to get along. I really liked you. Lots of us liked you, even though you seemed to think nobody did.

[Scribbles.]

I respected you. I respected

[A teardrop smudges the ink.]

Yeah, he's really gone. Bastet checked for me.

I can't deal with this right now. I need to be by myself- or maybe I need someone- I don't know

[There are several half-formed words at the top of the entry, before he finally begins to write, carefully.]

Bubbles, I very much appreciate your gift of flowers.

I, too, hope this awful cloud of anger I always carry with me breaks someday.

In fact, I already feel it lifting.