[Enough time had passed that the opium was out of his system. It had been for a little while, though, but he'd been avoiding people. He didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't care if they were annoyed by the fact that his door was locked. It was all in the name of getting his emotions in check and back under his control. It wasn't until then that he picked up his journal.]
[Filter: Leyla] This is as you wished. I am fine. There will be no need for worrying. If you need to complain about some need for worrying that you have, then I think you should get it over with so it is out of the way. Oui?
[Filter: Pasithea] I do not...There is really no correct thing to say...Ah
I...would ask how you are doing, but I believe I know the answer. Is there anything I can do? This is the trouble with emotions...You still feel obligated to check on people