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I think the party is starting to find out about Them. About The Secret they hold... Will they still travel by my side once they know my part in keeping it?

Today reminds me of who I was... Is it who I truly am? Or is it just remnants of who I was with Them...? Do I really want to find out?

I once again see both the best and worst of living entities of this universe... Is freedom worth the pain of yesterday? Is pretending to be a good person and rescuing those who need it ever going to erase the past? Or am I a part of the swarm even now, just going along with the hive mind of whoever I come across? I miss him... My only clarity in this twisted mush I call my own mind... But at least if I am part of a hive mind even now, I at least think these children are kind. Kind and caring. Caring is good. Caring will prevent further disaster.

I travel with very nice children. Careless, naïve, but kind.