[Eastbound] IC Journal: Unsent Chronicles

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Letters and personal notes steadily taking up an increasing span of pages in Eleven's journal.

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Day 23 of Month 9

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Bonaccorso is dead- killed by one of our hands.

I'm not one to celebrate the loss of life, but he was sacrificing others to extend his own life at the end. I guess many Doxe's have lived unnaturally long lives. There isn't a word I can think of that describes the depth of my disgust for such a practice. It's beyond heresy. Furthermore, he'd ordered the Bessis to set fire to Taravast's citizens for reasons I struggle to understand. He said he'd sooner see the city burn than in the hands of the undead when I met with him, but never did I imagine..

I'm glad he is gone from this world.

Macaluso is stepping up as the next leader, now. There was something about Bonaccorso intending to possess Vannozza. She'll be advising now, I guess. The city needs a gentle hand to recover with surely, but I can't help recalling you saying that I didn't have the capacity for rule and I've found many ways in which Macaluso and I are similar. Like me, he is too kind, too trusting. He was kept prisoner and accused of attempting to assassinate Bonaccorso when he went in search of answers. Reckless, lacking forethought-- sounds familiar, doesn't it? ..But perhaps having a close adviser like Vannozza will be enough.

Hatisse was revived to activate the beacon, and so it is being done now.

I wish you'd made it this far, that you could watch it open with us. I wish I knew for certain what happened to you. I will leave this world with that heavy regret. I will miss everyone I've made friends with here, but you and Lily most of all.

My heart is breaking, just as I'd known it would, but it's so much worse than I ever thought it would be. It feels like every moment of joy has become a knife to inflict wounds that will follow me for as long as memory. No such joy awaits me in Erdrea- only a painful journey. I will retire at the end of it one way or another. Should I survive, it won't be with the peace I thought I would find in Lonalulu, but instead a ragged heart.

Still I pray to one day see your ship piercing the skies over Erdrea, hailing from some distant star.

Thank you for everything. I'm sorry that these words will never reach you.

-Eleven