Wow. This has gotten... a really great response? It's definitely motivating. I'm hoping to keep a fast pace on updating for a while, and entry chapters will come out quickly, but plot chapters will take more time. just a warning. I'm... honestly trying to make this deep and things without making it overly angsty or dramatic. It is going to be that way sometimes because of reasons that will come out, and because humans are often both of those things. I'm no psychologist. There's a warning. I do my research and am looking to take it as a course, but- yeah. I'll do my best. Happy day, readers.

Day: No Idea

I don't think I've written in here yet about the crossroads.

I try not to think about it.

Let's not quite yet.

Journals are about everyday life, after all. Mundane things. Happy things.

Or, you know, whatever.

The droid's still powered down. He was getting kind of pissy at me. Mainly because I won't let him 'shoot Master a nominal amount of times to make up for such an infrequent rate of murder allowed on this tiny ship that greatly resembles garbage'. Master being me.

I'm honestly thankful Dobby isn't around to hear him.

Two self-titled servants. One is a robot with a desperately homicidal personality and the knowledge on killing to back it up, the other a scarily powerful house elf with a habit of trying to save lives by maiming the person requiring salvation. Now imagine both of them working together under the same person. And both of them agree that that person needs their arse saved near constantly.

Yeah, there's some nightmare fuel.

He shifts in his sleep sometimes. More lately.

I wonder what he dreams of.