It's a reprieve until we're thrown into a really awful week, and then it's just the same old mess on a different plane. Or however this place works. I nearly got myself killed by some kind of supercharged undead beholder. And I met what I'm fairly certain is an evil version of myself who probably would've slit my throat if he'd been given the chance. And I haven't even been here for that long.
If you won't blame me then I'll try to not blame myself, but we'll see how well I do. It goes the other way though, you know. The friend part. I'd hate to imagine not being so much as friends.
We'll keep an eye on each other, yeah? All of us. I know you haven't been here for more than a couple of days, but I've found that most everyone here looks out for one another right from the start because they're good people. And because we've got to, as strange as this place is. And well, I... didn't expect it either? Honestly I have no idea how I could make anyone happy, but I hope I do. I'm trying. But I wasn't going to let you find out from someone else or from seeing us together, I couldn't be that cruel even though I knew talking about it was going to hurt.