11:
I find myself sleeping more than is necessary, and I often lose myself in thought. I remember the Spire, the paths I used to walk, the faces of the prisoners. I remember Guard 278, and his weakness. He had a wife. A woman named Lil. I remember more about him than I do my own husband. I don't even remember what sorts of gifts he likes. He says he misses how intimate we were. He misses a lot of things. I sometimes wish that I missed him.
The world outside the Spire is strange and chaotic.
The dog continues to follow me, faithful and obedient. He knows his place in the world. I purchased a potion to heal his wounds, as a reward for his loyalty.
The child, too, often follows me. He has tried many times to speak with me. Every time, I get the urge to strike him. Children should be silent. But I do not. I am not certain why.
I practice my sword work at night, when the boy and his father are asleep. Dave knows that I leave his bed at night, but I do not think he knows where it is I go. He often asks me what happened, to make me so cold, so hard. I do not remember ever being otherwise.