Lili's Journal(For the first time in forever)

Lili's journal is a mixture of every language she knows(which is a lot) with additional ciphers and shorthand she made just so that Lana can't sneak a peek at it(which she somehow manages to anyways)
 
Hey Journal....it's been a while. The reason being I was a cat; Not to mention all the craziness with Greyloch and Druid Circles, but that's beside the point. I have too many thoughts running through my head right now, spinning out of control and buzzing around uselessly. So I thought I'd write them down so I could get some clarity. Some perspective. I've added complexity to my cipher and added a few more languages to it so that my sister will hopefully be unable to decipher it this time and will not worry more than I can see she already does. My sister, who has gone through hell, getting me back. I can see it in her eyes even if she hides it well...I did that to her. Me. Sure there were probably other things as well, but...I never meant to cause her harm. Honestly, it warms me to the core to see how far she went for me, she even voluntarily underwent possession to help me and that...that's terrifying. Though the look on her and Davynn's face when I informed them that I remember everything I saw as a cat was very entertaining.
 
There's a lot we have to do now, or is it a little? There's no telling with the adventures these crazy people take us on(And I mean that most affectionately, they've grown on me Journal...like a tumor, but they've grown on me. I even missed them as well as Lana, imagine that). We have to remove this bell from this Druid Circle because...well I've seen that nothing good comes from messing with other planes, I've seen it first hand, and I don't want to see it again. Apparently, Badger wants it, probably to lock it away in the Bloodwell, which is good, that thing should be locked away, possibly destroyed, I'm not picky. I guess that these people have rubbed off on me, considering that's what they want to do with everything they come across, it seems.
 
These people....my friends.
 
I did miss them. Honestly, I did, and that baffles even me. I missed my sister more. My twin. My other half. While I was...feline in nature, it felt like there was a hole in my chest where she was supposed to be. I wonder if she felt the same? I...do not know if I want the answer to that. Even so, there's something I feel guilty over. Something I will bury deep inside, never to see the light of day. Because while I am grateful-so, so grateful-they found me, that they brought me back...Van Hyde was a balm to my worn soul. He was kind, and I haven't had much of that since my mother died. It was peaceful, in his lab, watching him work. He's brilliant at what he does, that's for sure. I learned a lot from watching him, reading his books. He was so very, very lonely too, no companionship to speak of, and he treated me well, even if I was a cat. Even if I couldn't do anything at all, he'd talk to me sometimes, almost as if he thought me a person, tell me his ideas, what he's working on. Is it wrong that a part of me wishes I could have stayed? I have been so tired, for so long, and...it was peaceful there. I'll probably never see him again, and if I do it won't be the same, but even if I'm glad to be back in my own body...a part of me will miss the time I played the role of a simple cat in a beautiful laboratory with a kind man.