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So, it would seem that Ruevir attacked Blida today. Goodness knows why; that person is a walking bundle of anger issues and neurosis. At this point, I am not convinced that there is anything more to their personality than "Grr! Rawr! Help me! Smash!" All I've seen from them so far is begging to be aided with one breath and issuing unneccessary threats with the next. And now attacking one of the very people who is trying to help. A resoundingly dumb move if ever there was one. I find myself wondering if this is an intelligence issue. I have often found over the years that those most lacking in the ability think freely are also those most given to trying to solve issues with their fists - and, naturally, only making matters worse in the long run.
More concerning than the question of Ruevir's ability to play nice for their own sake is Elias's decision to continue treating them. He plans to do it in the study where any outbursts can be contained. However, given that it's now been proven that the demented twit has no qualms about physically lashing out at those who seek to offer aid, I suspect that locked room will only result in the doctor and the dwarf being unable to escape when the deranged brat has another tantrum.
I've no doubt that the creature needs help of some sort. Regardless, they also need to be taught that threatening and violent behaviour toward ones healers and so-called friends is not to be tolerated. Instead, they are being pandered to.
I want out of here.
In the meantime, the obsession with my love life seems to have expanded. Bilda continues to look for suitable Men to wheel me around (I really hope that's his only reason, though considering my current lack of a wheeled chair, I doubt it.) and both Jackylin and Elias took it upon themselves to offer me advice. The former believing that I should jump into anything and everything that comes my way and hope for the best, decrying the walls I have built around myself as designed to keep me alone, and the latter suggesting that I get a cat since I refuse to diminish myself for the sake of someone else's ego. Apparently, I should need someone and allow them to need me, thus adopting a life of co-dependancy instead of seeking an actual equal. These shining nuggets of wisdom brought to me by a woman who finds her ideals in trashy romance novels and a man who believes that love is a measurable commodity to be studied within the clinical confines of his office.
I can almost hear their future vows;
Jackylin - I promise to love you forever and ever and ever and always need you and obey you and feed you and clean you when you forget to go to the bathroom because you study too much. But only for so long as you pretend to be a romantic barbarian coming to save me from the dreaded batdogsheep when we're alone.
Elias - I have exactly two units of love in this glass beaker. I have observed that it is a pinkish-red colour and of a viscous nature. One is for you. Don't drop it.
I wonder if, the next time I open my window, I might talk Steel into helping me out of it? If I'm careful enough, I may be able to avoid further damage to my leg.
Probably not.
It may be worth it though. A few extra weeks of physical pain and a possible permanent limp just to get out of here.
Tempting.
