I don't know how long I can keep this up. Every day, this paranoia, this fear. Continues to get worse and worse. My stubbornness will no doubt be the end of me one day. But everything comes with a price, if I brought someone into this now. Who knows what their fate may be? The last thing the old man needs is another toy or more coin for that matter.
The caravan is still here, I don't even know how many days have passed by. So far I've managed to keep a pretty calm front. Though with me being so close to breaking... It won't last much longer.
