No way in HELL am I telling her I actually think I look a little badass. The robes are still stupid as hell. How am I supposed to fight in ROBES?!

THAT SONOVABITCH!!! Crux turned off the heat in my cell! It got so cold it HURT! I swear I'm gonna kill that asshole one of these days!

If I have to follow a girl around, couldn't they have at least made her hot, scantily clad, and NOT HARROW!? I gotta tail Marrow Mistress when I'm not practicing with the toothpick. At least I get SOME info while I'm doing this. Not like Harrow will ever tell me what's going on.

🎼🎶Don’t-be-suspicious, don’t-be-suspicous. 🎵 Don’t-be-suspicious, don’t-be-suspicious!🎶

I would object to being compared to Ortus in size if Crux still hadn’t had to harvest several sets of his old clothes just to make three basic sets of robes. Bro was built like a saggy bag of old socks, they had to widen the shoulders of everything.

I start to believe that Aiglamene actually cares for me. She’s actually PRAISING me…well, for HER it’s praise. From anyone else it’d be an insult, but she knows what she’s doing. If she says I suck, that’s the same as anyone else saying I’m the reincarnation of Matthias Nonius.

If Aiglamene hadn’t drilled it out of me, I’d be bouncing on my toes; I have SO much energy right now, I’m actually getting off this rock today! I may have to put on clown makeup and funeral robes to do it and wave around a toothpick at Harrow’s command, but I’m GETTING GONE!

I'm...I'm never coming back here again. This entire damned planet could collapse in on itself and bury the Tomb forever and it'd be the same thing for me. I'd plunge Crux into the sun if I could, but Aiglamene deserves respect...she...I think I might actually miss her.

There's so many *colors*. I've seen pics in the mags I have stashed under my bed at Drearbuhr, but they just don't compare. So glad I found those dark-lensed glasses. Wonder who they belonged to before they became Ninth house property?

It's *bright*, I can't even see from the brightness down in the atmosphere. For once these awful black robes are good for something.