It was appropriate that I strangled Mr. Loomis with ribbon of the very cross he used to frighten me, and not a wee bit cathartic.  Trapped into reliving my grief over Josette.  He was richly deserving of it.

Carolyn seems to be of questionable control, but I have been a prisoner for weeks.  What does this world hold?  It is not mine.  Thus, what is my moral culpability?

If the ones I have seen are reprehensible, are there good ones?

I shall discover!



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