Part 5

I lay awake, my mind swirling with thoughts about so many different things. I thought about my friends in Asturia, about Van and Lacey, and about Dilandau. This is what I was thinking...

"I don't think he's very smart. Mine is always a battle of wits, while he uses strength to get his point across. Maybe I'm not strong, but I am smart, and if it's a war of wits we're fighting, then maybe I'll win. But if I use smarts, and he always beats me up afterwards, we'll be each gaining the same amount of "points" and we'll be at a stalemate in our war. No one is going to win if we keep putting the same cards on the table. This is so confusing... man, I have to pee."