Blot 28
[something metal and not exactly durable just bent under a clenched fist]
Rorschach's Journal, November 28th
Today... a goddess' heart was shattered when a robin returned to his nest.
Let him get close. Knew deep down this would happen, but never counted on it. It's always the last people one expects, wants, to leave.
Foolish.
[whatever he just punched next was wooden and outright broke]
No.
Focus.
This rage...this selfishness, not what he'd want. Even if he might feel same. Have to walk talk; look past own loss. To snap over personal sentiments, that is foolishness.
Must envy his world not because he is missed here, but because he's there to protect it. Must help finish what he started in time he was here.
Meantime...never forget him. And be glad to have known one of few rays of hope in this mad gibbering city.