I fucking hate this devil you know devil you don't shit. Let me tell you - pigs are pigs, and if it walks like a fucking duck and talks like one, it's a fucking duck. Don't let this shit fool you. If you think they aren't watching our fucking communications and taking copious fucking notes, you're fooling yourself. Don't think for a fucking minute that anyone is interested in our fucking freedom. Both sides are playing our asses against the fucking middle.

But hey. If they offer you shit, take it. Step one - look out for number one. Take the shit and run. No fucking obligations.

Shit this crap is making me jittery.

( It's strange for Alexiel to be so reclusive. In fact, in a way, it goes against her core nature. But she cannot hide her despair this time. She sounds as if her heart and soul have been ripped from her. )

You take, but you do not give.

( The sound of rushing wind follows that cryptic statement and the connection sounds a little unstable. )

Bring him back.

Sitting on the sidelines during this drawn out nonsense is making my teeth itch. Been sometime since the last hunt, maybe 'dining out' will alleviate it. Both sides are far too preoccupied to miss one or two of their own.

Hmm.

This is too scary.

Yesterday, people threw rocks at me when I was going home from the Library.

I just ran and ran into the woods until I got away from them and then waited till it was dark and went home when the moon came up to show me the way.

I don't know what's wrong. I didn't do anything to anybody.

I... I think I'm just going to stay home for a while.