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Mother... Where are you? I wish you were here. I need you... ...what was that dream. It was so clear.

What should I do? I'm stuck here. I need to be at home. I could bring brother to you then you would be very happy, and proud. Perhaps I could be your favorite after we, no I, break him. He's mine to break. He's very fragile, you know. Very easy to break. But he repairs quickly and tries to break back, so maybe if I break him, he will break me. It doesn't matter, what she wants, she gets, even if I have to drag him home limb by limb and we have to reassemble him. I wish he would be willing.

...It hurts. My neck...hurts.

I should go back to sleep, but what if I have another dream? No. I'll stay awake.

[[ Entire entry was meant to be privated. But he's kinda gone so. Yeah. Didn't do a good job at that. Approach with caution. ]]