This is it. The end. The torture this place puts us through. It has finally culminated in the worst sort imaginable. This is just an addition to the cruel joke that is life. Why must I be tortured so unfairly. I have done nothing to deserve such cruelty as this.
Clearly Atlantis wishes me to drink wine even more than my beloved Paris ever did. How is one supposed to resist a bottle that appears by one's bedside. It is cruelty beyond measure, to tempt one such as myself so. Sometimes, I wonder if any of this is worth the effort one must go through. Is the reward enough? All I am doing is delaying the inevitable ending. We must all go into the night sometime, and some of us have been closer than most already. Is it worth it to delay what will be? Is it? Someone tell me truly what they believe in this?