Second Assault — Bond And Treason —

I'm at the lake again.

Why do I keep coming back here?

I'm standing here in the same clothes as the first time.

But something's not right, something seems different.

Dreary. Lifeless. Charmless.

There's fog everywhere, thick and heavy.

The moon is gone, there is no sun either, but somehow, the vast forest has a dim light, enough to allow me to see clearly around me.

I am alone.

That's good, though.

Isn't it?

I don't know if I'm worth it now to stand by the voice that calls to me.

I'm dirty.

I'm broken.

I'm lonely.

feet are moving and I feel the water covering them as I go

It makes me shiver, but I

My body hurts. Why?

stay awake, my eyelids are heavy

What should I do?

I'm all alone.

I'm broken.

«You're dirty».

Yes, I know.

now up to my waist and it's

irregular. Or

mind is fuzzy, many memories, many voices,

every time I'm close to

What's that?

Who is it?

voice hasn't called

I keep going.