December 19th, 2020
The history books call me things like "brave" and "hero." The history books are wrong.
I was a weakling. I had the chance to do something great, and I failed. Ran away with my tail between my legs. As Tori put it back then, I was a sniveling coward. I never helped anyone. I never did anything. I was simply there, and then I wasn't. It's okay. I'm ready to admit it at last.
That's the whole reason I'm writing this down, anyways. Well, that and Tori breathing down my neck and being a general pain in the ass about it. She's like that sometimes.
C'mere. Let me tell you a story. A true one.