Today has been one of the most difficult, harrowing, and exhausting days of my entire life. And throughout it all, there was one underlying theme: Ilse. It is very strange that one woman has consumed my days so easily.
Ilse and I spoke of our relationship tonight, which was likely the singlemost draining event of the day. Usually at this point in a relationship, I find it best to withdraw, but Ilse is much too important for me to leave, and I speak not only of her worth as an ally. I truly am fond of her.
Of course, I am not fond enough that I will entertain thoughts of marrying her or producing children with her. I have not changed so much as to drop to such a level. Me, a father! That is a most unappealing thought.
Callisto paid us a visit tonight, in which she managed to dislocate my arm. She was obviously very drunk, screaming about the children and Muldoon. I'm afraid the children were quite terrified--they witnessed the entire ordeal.
I am not a man who seeks drugs as a means of escape, but I am so very grateful for the painkillers Ilse has given me. It is quite nice to have her next to me tonight, after all that has happened.
I could certainly use a cigarette. This was a fine time to give them up.
( 'I am fond of you, Ilse. There should never be any question of that.' [Ilse, Callisto, Raven, Sunshine, Brandie] )Desmond and Ilse discuss their relationship and come to the conclusion that they are "fond" of each other. After this is discovered, Sunshine interrupts with news of Raven wandering away. Log part 1 of 2.
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