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Gather. I require friends.

Occasionally in my moments of clarity I'll find myself missing who I was before the stone. I look down at it and it shines against the light and I can't help but reminisce on when my mind was clear. I wasn't a madman before the stone and I know that much. The memories are becoming hazier― my future self says that he still remembers, though through a distorted and foggy red film.

I lament and yearn for someone to care about me once more. I reminisce on when I fell ill after Elizabetha's passing, bedridden. When Sara brought me tea. When Leon checked in on me, pressed his hand to mine and expressed genuine worry. Though, I think this entire system is starting to want that. To have someone check in on us, talk softly to us when we need it. We've been on a thread― the only thing keeping us from death is the idea of the grief it'll bring our friends and family, for we could never do that to them.

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“Leon… I thought that you would understand…”

A hard exchange between two old friends (but they aren’t 20-ft apart this time). Once again, I’m interpreting this through my ears rather than my eyes, as well as trying to get used to drawing Leon again.

Oh and look, Mathias is (sorta) there.