Ah, I thought I had lost this. What is the date, exactly? I've lost track of it years ago, but that's okay. More importantly, I've talked to "Brandy." What a sweet little girl she was. I gave her the gift I mentioned in my last entry. She loved it! I'm so glad.
Glad?
That is an emotion, correct?
I wasn't made to have emotion.
Is that why I am considered a defect?
I have sewn together a small, light-green bow for "Brandy." I plan to take her with me sooner or later, so I have to make her trust me and be happy.
I have met another Chroman today. They weren't like "Brandy."
As soon as I came into their view, they lunged at me with a knife. I was quick, of course, and got away from their range, then back into the shadows. The shadows are the only place I feel safe in. If I'm out in daylight, I'm nothing more than an outline of a figure.
A figure that has never been given a chance. I hope this makes sense to whomever finds this note. The Chroman was always laughing. They have never been upset while I was watching. I've learned that they tease "Brandy's" brother often.
I've also learned that Suspicion is scared of them. Frightened, even.
I like to think this experimentation is going well. If luck is on my side, "Brandy" will be with me in one more week. I had been counting days... It felt like I lost this journal last month? I'm not sure. I'm glad I found it, though. That was probably on me since I acknowledged that others may find it.
No new sketch today. I haven't drawn anything as I was too distressed with trying to find my journal.
More research on later days had me find out that Suspicion had a wife. I've seen her before. She's a very lovely Chroman. I hope they're happy together.
Hope? Happy?
They sound like nice words.
I best be off. I am meeting with "Brandy" near the Jurtskury Lake.
Tomorrow is another day.
