I've been here in Vallo over a year now - I've fought your monsters, I've befriended my own, I've made new friends, I've lost old ones, I've received new memories, and sold a truly impressive amount of smut (you're welcome
, Caleb), and I think - maybe - I might have half a chance to actually stay here. Oh, optimism - I'll admit it's a fun hat to wear, but difficult to truly rally behind, isn't it? We've all lost
loved ones, here. It's a cut that stings, week in and week out. We've little power here. No control.
And yet I think the alternative - to have no hope, to live without aim - it may be the most intelligent
option, but certainly not the most satisfying. I could never deny myself a light to sail home to once I've found one, foolish though it might be (yes, Edwin, that's you. Very poetic, yes? I hope you're properly besotted). We find ourselves in a strange, cruel, beautiful world, don't we friends?
And so, a year later, both heavier and lighter than before - to many more, and many more. [ Filtered to Edwin ]
All that said: how do you feel about my potentially risking my neck from time to time? I'm considering doing the part-time Defense Squad, now that I'm certain that my monster will cause us no harm. I promise to be extremely dashing.