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I, for some reason, always forget how hard bloodstains can be to get out.

It seems that my short term trip into Obol was not wasted. I managed to pick up two monsters with bounties on their head. So I have some extra money for bullets now. Marvelous. And I managed to return just in time. My dear brother returned so quickly, he barely even missed a beat.

I'm so happy to see him again.
Happy enough to indulge you in a trip to Chalkoi, Claire.

Also if there is anything you wish to know about your past here, I'll even indulge you in that.

I'm probably staying out for the night though, Greed. I have a feeling I will not be immediately needed at home.

You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

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. ]]