The little one isn't as frail as I thought. They are not that strong but they make it up by being vicious.
I don't like seeing the little one getting hurt. I do not know the reason why.
I dressed his wounds. In silence.
"I need to get stronger," the little one said.
'Is this dream worth fighting for?'
I look down at the money.
"We have enough to last us for our travels."
"But mister you earned most of it."
The little one was right.
"Does it matter?"
I pause.
"Does it matter?" I found myself repeating.
"Yes."
"Then we'll stay so you can fight another day."
The light in the little one's eyes brightened with determination. What a strange one.
Diary Entry
Date: xx-xx-xxxx
Yorknew City is noisier and more cramped compared to the palace. It is full of life but it's lodges leave more to be desire.
It is my first day in a motel and hopefully it will be my last.
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