This past week has been so fucking difficult. My back and shoulders are tight with the new responsibilities which now weigh precariously on them. On one side of is the seat at the table of the Slayers and on the other the care of my little brother. It's all to much for me. I've spent most of my life following someone else's orders and now people are looking to me. My decisions now affect more than just myself, and that worries me. How will I know that I have made the right one?
Although in a city ruled by the Hammers my leadership of the Slayers will be short lived. As well as my rekindled relationship with Dox.