Extracted from the Height's Journal of Quanta Leyard - Page 5
I really can't have shit in here. It's fucking hopeless. Nova died the day I met her. To see her corpse skewered by the tree shattered me. All I could do was fuckall. Yet that damned stick Mariul just treated it like nothing, like a daily occurrence! We hear of Heights perishing day by day, yes, but to see one of your own lifeless in our own two fucking eyes......
I stabbed him and ran away. I was expecting to be proud of myself, sending him a message that he ought to have understood. I was expecting to be able to let off my anger upon his incompetence. Yet I only realised that nothing has changed. My level of anger stayed the same. I alone am the incompetent one.
I'm gonna head back to Entswer, as I planned. I need... a rethink of things. I can't run away from The Sixty-Degree's order forever. There's no time limit anyway, so I'll just take my time and catch up with some familiar faces. That twink will find me somehow, and I'm bloody well sure he's gonna drag me away again. I have his precious ass book, though. So I'll make sure he doesn't do too much shit to me to get it back from my hands.
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