Brother of Mine,
To say the day has been difficult would not begin to describe it. I have never, so deeply, wished that I had been having a nightmare. I feel helpless. I *am* helpless. The stranger took mercy on me; a woman with a gun, pitying the lost one trying so hard to look at the scuffs on the tile and somehow ignore the horrors only steps behind her.
Is it an advantage? To constantly look like I am a harmless mouse in any environment?
I hate it.
She called herself Jubilee. A student here. She and Silas found a needle of medicine that took away Lux’s pain. I know something horrible happened to her hand, but I did not know what it was. I should have. I should have known long before the doctor video started speaking to the room.
But I was too frightened to look. The stranger helped without batting an eyelash, and I, someone who would dare call themselves a friend to Lux Silvers, did not even know the extent of her wounds.
I feel like I am failing, Brother, but I also have to ask why? Why does the smell of hot blood not flip the stomach of any of these people I travel with? Why are they able to act so normally - with a level head, as if this is something they handled every day? Why does it seem like the only one to hold fear is myself? Why are they so… brave? Why… are they okay?
I am not okay.
And that is how I want it to be.
I think Echo may understand that. He showed me how to use the strange device that speaks to machines. I treasure the puzzle. It gives my eyes something else to focus on besides the sea of red I see each time my lids flutter closed.
Sentry’s Eye will have my own tonight as well. I do not think sleep will come easy. I can only think of the pain in Lux’s hand and how delicately our friends had to reassemble her like a broken doll. I tried to offer her the stories you have written so she did not have to listen to the work behind the curtain. I wonder now though, was I comforting her, or comforting myself?
May I ask a favor of you Brother? Not tonight - I know you are very busy.
I have so little to offer in return right now, but I promise I will find something.
I feel that Lux holds a lot of sadness inside of her, and some good news may not only lift her spirits, but help her recovery.
… Can you let her know that her parents are okay?
Maybe if peace of mind finds the others in our group, mine will follow. We found lessons in the school about creating simple life, and I think - I hope - it may have some clues about disassembling the Sharp Fingered Man. Until we are able to breathe without stiffness, my studies will have to wait.
I will not keep you longer Brother.
Safety To You,
Xhoya