Log XX

    He was doing so well... Nightshade had gotten better. He'd put aside his religious shit and out pedal to the metal. He'd gotten up to Senior Resident... he was doing so, so well. He had to go and get himself killed. I... I don't know what happened. Nobody is saying anything to me. Apparently Sébastien was involved. I don't know, but I fear it's exactly how I think it went down...

    When I first met Nightshade, we made a promise to each other. He had fond memories of father, and he didn't want to end up like him despite being so deeply religious himself. He made me promise him that if he ever got that bad, I would just put a bullet through his head. He told me "I'd rather be dead than a zealot." I fear that... something like that has happened. He went off the deep end... and got himself killed for it.

   If that's what happened, and Sébastien was the one that did him in... I'm not mad at him. It was ultimately what Nightshade wanted. I just... hate this. I hate the death that follows me. Ever since that fucking fire, I've been losing everyone close to me. Jacob, Sage, Mom, Dad, Tyrian, Arcana, Forest, Everest, and now Nightshade. Datura is... somewhere. Somewhere unknown, in who knows where? Only the Sisters of Fate know. I am functionally the last of my family line. I'm next up on the chopping block. That is, if I don't get word of Datura's death first.

    This sucks. Some name I have, huh? Kyra. What a fucking joke.

   ~ Dak Kyra