Atrament

I miss home, every last precious detail of it. Auriga is not home, and it never will be. Auriga is a prison and we are all slaves to it's every command. These messages have nothing to do to me, and for my efforts and pain I receive nothing but an empty room and sustenance. I am not special, I am only an atrain, destined to pay for the atrament that stains my blood.