I met with Ceirin and we … chatted about what things I want to forget, including her. She asked if I had to, and I managed to not anger her with the reasons.
Dodged a bullet or a fireball, I believe.
I have set up the new flat. I’ll lock away my old journals and send them off to be destroyed before the big date, of course. I am nervous about how she may handle this, and about the overall unknown around whether or not I will actually survive after the procedure – will the dragon let me live, or will he kill me?
I’m looking forward to getting a little bit of time living without that worgen in the vicinity. I’m also working on some … new journals for my new self, to make the transition easier.
Soon. Soon.
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