On A Road To Self-Discovery.
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Last entry.
I have the itch. But the rule is not to scratch at it.
But I want to. Until it bleeds. To make it stop.
I spoke about it.
It's condoned.
As long as it's someone that isn't Altaire, it doesn't matter.
That is what I was told.
Just clean up the mess, and I can.
I might try the sword, the blade.
To cut open parts, and look at their sinews.
Thin lanes, but you had to wipe away the blood.
But then clean everything.
Means, stitching. It means making them forget.
Can I?
This is the last entry.
You have to go to Charles now.
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Last entry.
I have the itch. But the rule is not to scratch at it.
But I want to. Until it bleeds. To make it stop.
I spoke about it.
It's condoned.
As long as it's someone that isn't Altaire, it doesn't matter.
That is what I was told.
Just clean up the mess, and I can.
I might try the sword, the blade.
To cut open parts, and look at their sinews.
Thin lanes, but you had to wipe away the blood.
But then clean everything.
Means, stitching. It means making them forget.
Can I?
This is the last entry.
You have to go to Charles now.
