Ruminations of an Afterlife

Hi!!

I'm fine! Before anyone asks :) A good sleep, aspirin, antibiotics and fucktonnes of food will do that for you. And I've been lying down for a week now, and it's boring, so no more lying down. Even if sitting here isn't the most comfortable thing in the entire world.

As for what happened, Peter explained it very well. I have never dealt with that kind of violence before (well...not counting the Templar which was much less random and much more ow). Not aimed at me. It was so strange. I kept wanting to say, 'I'm not gay, I'm not gay' but not only did that feel like denying love for my husband which I will never do no matter the circumstance, but they did have evidence that I am in a gay relationship and that was what they were taking undue offense to. I don't think they'd give a damn that I have a wife too... But to be called those things...to see my husband called those things. And to be threatened simply for loving him...it was absurd and disgusting and I felt so dirty inside. But I do know they were the ones in the wrong. And my Spectre saved my life. And then little Mara saved it again. They're just the most incredible siblings ever, aren't they?!

Speaking of Mara...and Templar...she says when she was out searching for us, she came upon a priest who knew Spectre's name. And he was quite insistent that he help her find Spectre. Mara said he felt 'wrong' and she stomped on his foot and ran away. It sounds like Templar to me. So there's a very good chance that the Templar know Spectre has a little sister. Extra care, might just be a good idea?

Despite everything? I'm doing very well. I'm happy to be home. I even sent Dragomir a thank you note for his fruitbasket. Sure it said, "Thank you for remembering us!" but I think a little cheek is allowed, eh?