A small book of personal notes.

[Scitus]

I've always been a shit poet. So if you've managed to get this, don't judge me too harsh.

Paradise

Paradise

A place of peace and happiness

A promise from a different time

What paradise waits for me

I killed a man before I kissed a girl

I've stolen more than I've ever shared

What blood soaked garden paradise

would take a person like me.

[Scitus]

Me and the rat have been talking. He still won't give me his name, and I'm not really sure it's a he rats don't really use pronouns like that, and considering we can talk I feel like it's bad form to check.

Anyway, That last one was close and the rat said It's my fault, I should have trained them better how to support each other. I suppose that's true, but on the other hand they're all trained warriors and the like. They should know how to act. The Rat reminded me that I wasn't as prepared as I should have been either.

I know I just didn't want to let Quisquis down again.

Then the rat ripped a page out of one of my books, I guess it can read too. I better never let it see my journal.