Insein L'Mort
Everyone I care about is in danger. There is no one I can trust, and even the Apothecaries are suspect. I can no longer write anything, for fear it will be used against me. When did my unlife sink into such a wretched state?
The Deathstalker Intelligence Officer following… assigned to me seems to be an unknown according to High Command. The unfortunate arrival of Shame almost ended in disaster. I am fortunate she is adept at throwing such single minded creatures off her trail, but still I worry for the little necromancer.
Executor Noxus has also paid me a visit to examine my progress. He is taking special interest in me. I am staying at the tower to prevent any further misunderstandings between me and them. Still, even staying at Azalen’s home is suspect, as they seem suspicious of him as well.
Fortunately Valinthras visited and ensured that the superiors did not stay long, nor berate me too severely. I am fortunate to have him for a friend. His words and actions, however, disturb me deeply. He has tried to end himself before me, and he has tried to find love so often recently. To hear him tell me of his preference for me was like an icicle being driven into my spine. I fear for him, and took my concerns to his associate, Verner Fromm.
The Apothecary fed me drink and I found myself speaking a little too much. I think I gave too much away to the man, but he seems so kind and compassionate. He is so very much like Valinthras. I sincerely hope it is not another act or false friendship as my people tend to do. Claudia has taught me to be wary.
I cannot trust even Fromm because he would betray Valin or me if he thought us not after the best interests of our people and the Dark Lady. Only those Oathbound are worthy of my full trust. Only Valinthras or Velexie or even Franciska will be there for me without judgement.
My world is dying around me, and I feel like I am drowning in a block of ice.
