Varieament Written Log #16
God it’s been a while again. I know I should’ve put something to note that nothing bad has gone on and that this blog still isn’t dead.
Now, little to none of you might be wondering about Cruxel. Well, I haven’t seen him and it’s a tad bit disconcerting. But I feel like I should look into this... gah... I will. A small way to make up for my grand wealth of sins... but it’ll all be at the cost of more and more black ink... until it’s overwhelming to the point where I just have to do something vile. Speaking of it, I’ve got a small theory rattling in my brain. I know I have one-and-a-half souls in me, that’s been stated enough as is. Though the half soul is still torn at the seems, perhaps it’s generating black ink because it’s still fighting, still raging against fate, all to seek the missing piece that’s probably dead or long gone under the earth. That’s just my theory of my generation of black ink. I might, begrudgingly, ask Tempastore for help... I’ve killed him so much and he knows it in his soul... I wouldn’t blame him if he won’t help me...
