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Diary: Page Twenty-five
Jul. 16th, 2006 08:39 pmI’ve been staring at this page for days. Every time I start to write, my thoughts start to jumble and nothing comes out. In the end, I guess I’m just overwhelmed.
Uzil’s better, but Tabaqui’s still sick. Doctor Vines doesn’t know quite where to start. Both he and Zue’laji are able to help with the symptoms, but there’s nothing yet to give hope for a cure. I think I can understand a little of Gaark’s frustration; he’s tried his best to help, and it didn’t work. I don’t even know where to start. All we can do it be there for her, and in the end, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t count.
I feel selfish, too, talking to her, telling her. I’m grateful to Zue’laji for giving me the opening, and I’m glad that she knows, but… why does it matter right now? It’s not like it’s going to change, or that it’s a threat. It’ll keep.
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Uzil’s better, but Tabaqui’s still sick. Doctor Vines doesn’t know quite where to start. Both he and Zue’laji are able to help with the symptoms, but there’s nothing yet to give hope for a cure. I think I can understand a little of Gaark’s frustration; he’s tried his best to help, and it didn’t work. I don’t even know where to start. All we can do it be there for her, and in the end, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t count.
I feel selfish, too, talking to her, telling her. I’m grateful to Zue’laji for giving me the opening, and I’m glad that she knows, but… why does it matter right now? It’s not like it’s going to change, or that it’s a threat. It’ll keep.
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