Believe me, it was a chore getting there, but it was interesting once we made it. I seem to recall running by at least... three highly skilled fighters before making it to the basement. So you aren't alone in being attacked, believe me.

I really don't want to treat people like things anymore. People have feelings and lives and aspirations and their own thoughts. It's not for me to dictate how they move or how they live their lives.

But yes, this is why I'm fascinated by friends. Especially ones I've made here, since I've only been here a week. [tear splotch] It took me months to make friends at home. But I'm slowly starting to trust those I work with here as much as I trusted my friend back home.

I miss him, though. Everyday.

--A.F. II