I can't sleep.
There seems to be thousands of thoughts racing through my mind and I can't seem to focus on any of them. I feel this heavy guilt weighing me down for burning down the warehouse and displacing so many families who already have so little. I'm also worried that this may be traced back to us and we will be punished or worse. I'm scared, once again, that the decaying monster hasn't gone for good, that he's lurking waiting for his next opportunity.
The only real comfort I find in all this is one of understanding, an understanding that Freja's past seems to be haunting her just as mine is. It's nice to have someone who gets you, even if our ghosts are very different beasts. I wonder if she was telling the truth when she told us her story, I think she was. I really hope I can trust her, trust is a very fragile thing and I've had it broken before. Although I can't lie, I am beginning to like these two imbeciles. They're endearing in a weird sort of way, not like anyone I'd ever met before now. Especially compared to the carbon copies of dicks at the Church.
I'm going to try and help those poor families in any way I can. This guilt is to heavy and I have to lighten it somehow. I simply have to wait until the hammers attention is elsewhere.