...I'm at a loss. 

( Private; unhackable )

( Private to Dr. Tam )

I asked you to do one little thing ... 

You couldn't even do that.

 

This Discedo is beginning to unravel itself slowly, but surely it seems.To find a way out is to find those responsible. This seems to me the only way of finding mother. If she is here, I imagine she is being held captive at the heart of the situation, though I cannot dismiss the simple fact that she may not be here at all. I'm not a fool, and clearly, this place does not adhere to absolutes. Whether or not she is here will cease to be an issue should the source of this displacement be found. I am far more reluctant to accept the impossibility of escape than mother's presence here.

Even the breaking of these binds would be sufficient for a time. I feel myself growing into this mortality, repulsed by long lost sensations of hunger, fatigue, things that I cannot relieve beyond a single constant. Bloodshed ... It is the only thing that truly sustains.

I have seen a large stretch of this city over the past few days, including an infested, but reasonably well-stocked library. I'll be putting the bulk of my haul to some use in the coming days. The answers are certainly here; each passing day is a testament to that. It is merely a matter of uncovering them ...

 

... Hm. That was unpleasant. It certainly didn't change the outcome of a rather long night, but I'm beginning to realize more and more that tempts my rage. It took all of seven hours to clear this place of its' disagreeable residents, which is laughable in some crude way. 

[ Private to Self ]

This feeling ... This deficiency ... It isn't that raw kindling I've always known, but a searing unfamiliarity that strains to clot the senses. 

[ /end Private ]

... I won't stand for it. I'll find my wormhole, with or without my shadows.