To Rust or Not To Rust

Personal Log:
 
I've never been frightened... until today. Jaxion came back from the mountains and reported that ahead of us lies an area that seems to instantly corrode and rust metal. To say that I cannot survive very long in a place such as that is an understatement. Most of the vital pieces that make up my body are metal. My brain is literally microchips and processors, though some of the processors are organic in nature, not all are. So this place we are going frightens me. Do I tell the others?
 
Not Jaxion, he still thinks of me as an asset. Lux, as well as most of the others, would understand in theory, but I think would miss the point of what I mean. My feelings are not exactly the same, or maybe they are, but not processed the same way. I am still processing emotions and what they mean to me. Imagine giving a newborn all the knowledge in the greatest library and ask them categorize what makes them happy, sad, afraid, or mad. Without experiences nothing goes into the afraid column. If you told me a week ago that this place existed, I would be intrigued, would logically know it could destroy most of me, but without having other experiences that have threatened or hurt you before, without the threat of being thrown into it, it's not logical to be afraid of it. Having now experienced both of those realities, I understand what fear is and how to process it.
 
So do I tell anyone? No, at least not yet. This balm we received from the Dragonborn eases the fear a bit. Makes me feel brave like the heroes in the western shows. Which I feel like I understand in a different light more today than I did yesterday. We can throw that in the happy bucket.