…We have only just returned from Falcon’s home and begun settling down for the night. The drive was filled with a silence too heavy and a mood too somber. We have seen death, brought it upon others swiftly and with little remorse, but tonight was the first time we’ve had a hand in causing agony.
…his hair, his skin, curling and blackening under the heat, becoming greasy dust we all no doubt inhaled a portion of. His presence in my body, whether real or imagined is simultaneously sickening and comforting. He is death itself, a viscous necrosis that might calcify in my lungs, fill them with fluid and drown me from the inside, but if he is within me-us, he is not forgotten. He is not…lost.
My thoughts become increasingly morbid the longer I dwell on our condition and that of our interned brethren. The News Feed suggests that our governor could make the call to let the rest of us free, but he stays silent. I cannot fathom the kind of man that watches his own citizens suffer unduly without comment. He hasn’t stated his opinion on the situation of The Lost publicly. Rumors circulating say that he would have the lot of us done away with. I would think better of him if he had the balls to admit to that opinion. Our escape would certainly have been seen in a more favorable light. As it stands, we live in like refugees, changing houses every few days, fearing not just for our imprisoned comrades, but for ourselves. Today’s little excursion made good on that fear.
It seems Knight Errant is hiring. They’re looking to the unfortunate ex Lone Star employees to help fill positions needed to keep 24/7 watch and care of nearly 300 individuals. It also seems that a special few are being sent to hunt us down. Three of our own were kidnapped and nearly returned to Knight Errant’s holding facility. If we had been more than a few hours later, I think we might have truly lost them…and there’s no telling what little Maidus might have done then.
That leads me to the curious incident that occurred just before one of our bounty-hunter friends met his death by fire. At some point, one of the three captives (I assume it was Maidus, but I was a bit indisposed at the time) projected a memory into my mind. It was of the time just before the explosion, I’m certain. She saw Salem and a few of the other Lost Ones I recognize. There were some curious figures behind a tinted window too high to see clearly into. I caught a glimpse of a troll that closely resembled Ludo. He wore a security guard’s uniform, I think. The description of his clothing from his initial inspection suggests that this is the case. Curious. I do not recall seeing myself or Susie-Q…
Alas, all this brooding is giving me a monstrous headache. I think I’ll have some tea and go to bed. I promised Susie-Q that I would help her work on advancing our home’s security system in the morning.