So this is how it goes. It's only three of us left now, just me, Ane, and Patunia. No more friends for me. We're all that's left.
It's me, isn't it? All this time, it's been me. People get close to me or spend too much time around me and then they die. Deordal took her own life, Dworvmur's missing, and now Feridae's gone.
I thought--I was stupid. When we all met I forgot we could die, or maybe I just didn't care, but I thought we would all be together through everything. It was all going to work out and be wonderful and now it isn't and it's all my fault. Deordal told me I was being stupid when I asked her if I was poison, if I was bringing death with me, but now...I know it's true. Everyone is either missing or dead and it's only a matter of time before Ane and Patunia gets drawn in.
Listen to me. I sound insane but I'm not, I swear. I have to leave before something else happens, before I can poison anyone else just by being around them. Maybe I should go back to the Eglain; they were kind enough and isolated. He knows I hate the Lone Lands, so perhaps he won't look for me there. I could continue on to Rivendell, if I wanted, and if I could stand the memories...
No, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving Bree first thing in the morning. I'll ride and figure out where I'm going later. I just need to put distance between us.
I'm sorry it's come to this.
