Poe's Journal Entry
Rigid handwriting, showing a tenseness in the writer’s hand.I…I don’t know what has happened. While sitting and overlooking the bay, S’anhu approached me. I actually thought it would be anyone but him. Oddly, he seemed…upset? And then he was telling me Daevien was hurt. That he, S’anhu, had stabbed him! I think I was in shock, stunned. He continued to explain and I fear…it is what happened so long ago. I had never spoken to anyone about that night except Daevien. I shared a small piece with S’anhu, acknowledging I had indeed seen Daevien like this before - if this was even the same thing…?
S’anhu told me Kel was downstairs with Daevien, that his wounds had just started to heal up themselves? Part of me wanted to run to him, make sure he was ok. But if it had been…that creature when his eyes opened. I don’t know what I would have done. So I sat down and drank, smoked…S’anhu kept me company as I finally realized he was not upset with me. He must have a lot going on now and I told him how happy I was to see him happy with Kora. One of us in this crew deserves it, right? He looked exhausted still….I was going to offer a hug, but…the conversation turned a bit sour I suppose. He did his best to smooth it over, but it seemed from his wording that I am indeed a weak link, that I could easily be injured. I tried to keep my hands hidden at this point. In anger I had gone out earlier, punching a training dummy until my knuckles bled. Not that I know what I am doing. I just….I felt like I had been carrying this sadness and anger and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Thankfully, S’anhu did not ask about the state of my hands.
My thoughts kept drifting back to Daevien. I was scared to go to him but I couldn’t be far away. So I have hung my hammock up just outside the living quarters. I will be here when he awakens.
