i'm not relaxed or comfortable

One year gone.

[One year since she found herself in Holloway's Keep. Or thereabout.]

I don't know whether to be happy or depressed about this.

So...

Weird question time. Are any of you happier here than you were back home?

[Cause she is. Even taking out the whole 'dead' thing, Abeni's lived more this past few months than she has her whole life. Maybe, just maybe, Holloway's Keep isn't such a bad place after all.

Or maybe it's just the company she's been keeping.]

So.

Does age still matter if you're technically dead? I know I'm alive now and all but... just wondering what happens with the count.

[Guess who's birthday it is.]

Twenty-seven. I never got that far. Is it cheating to count it now?

More people? Great.

[Dry tone is dry.]

Just... don't eat all the food.

[Seriously. Abeni likes the food on offer but wonders if the Keep can keep up with this many new arrivals.]

So...

[Branching out of her comfort zone is a hard thing.]

I'm looking to do some work. Building or making whatever people need. Not sure if I'll be able to do everything, but try me. And if I can't, might be able to find someone who can chip in where I slack off.

I'm pretty good with my hands.

[Even if no one wants or needs anything done, she's taken a liking to the boats in the boathouse. Perhaps she'll fix up one of the old boats down there. Given recent events, a hobby would do her well.]

That's about it. Lemme know.

Deior. Your party wasn't all that bad. Could do without the extra crap at the end next time, got it?

[There's little kindness in her words. Abeni is not impressed with what went on, and what's still going on.]

Anyone out there that needs help? I'm no healer, but I'm offering anyway.

[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her.

When the man had returned, it had been too late. Abeni had known that and told him to run. The world faded black and there was no doubt in her that she had died... Which was why waking up fully healed but still covered in blood in a strange cell was enough to put her on edge.

She had woken with a gasp, hands moving to fend off attackers that were no longer there. Instead she struck the journal on the table beside and it fell to the floor, pages open to kick off an Audio transmission. It was one that would go unnoticed. Abeni had bigger things on her mind. Confusion ran through her as she found her wounds gone, but the blood that soaked her clothes still wet. No part of this made any sense. Abeni still had her weapons, a hunting knife and a pistol, which only set her caution on even higher alert.]

What-- No. I am not doing this again. This ends now.

[Neglecting the journal and leaving the letter unread, Abeni stepped into the hall. She would not be captive anymore, neither of them would. Abeni would find Zachariah and they were getting out once and for all. The woman wanted answers, and would stop at nothing to get them.]

This journal is being recycled!



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