What I've Become

[Unspecified date, 1837]

This mask has warped my image. Emily is safe now, or so I wonder.

The way she first defended herself at the Cat...she didn't recognize me. I suppose that defines the purpose of the cover, but it hurts my heart either way, to see Emily like that. It has me thinking if what I'm doing- what we are all doing- is the correct thing. I'll continue to ponder it over the next few days. For now, I'll rest. I'll need the strength for my next outing.

I just hope I haven't become something I'll regret...