Entry 4
It's been a while since I wrote in this, hasn't it?
Oh, well. It's just a journal.
A lot has happened in that month. I met the other Judai. That first meeting--it was so strange. He was happier to see me than the Judai I knew ever was, even if both of us were nervous about meeting at first. Even if we started out on the wrong foot, him thinking I was the same as the other me was, that's changed. Things are different, a lot different.
I know he and the first Judai I met here don't get along, and after what happened with Johan I can't blame him. But I don't want to take sides in that--maybe it's selfish of me, but I want to at least be friends with both. That's possible, isn't it?
And then a few days ago in the Plaza, we...I don't even know how to write it here. It seems so surreal now, like a dream. The last time I wrote in this I was thinking about the first Judai, and Johan, and...the post they made. I'm still not thinking about that again if I can help it, thanks.
Now? Unless I really was dreaming, or unless what happened in the Plaza was only a "spur of the moment" thing (and I don't think that's the case), I guess I was wrong.
But thinking about it now, I still don't know a lot about him. What's happened to him, how he knows me, what he saw in his hallucinations...what I don't know about him outweighs what I do know.
It doesn't matter, though. Back in the Plaza, I remembered what it was like watching Judai face the seven stars without being able to help him with anything except moral support. Useless.
I won't let that happen anymore. I'm going to help him all I can. Even if the place is going crazy again right now, I'll do my best to make sure he stays as safe as he can around here.
I guess I'll go check on him now and make sure he's all right.
Oh, well. It's just a journal.
A lot has happened in that month. I met the other Judai. That first meeting--it was so strange. He was happier to see me than the Judai I knew ever was, even if both of us were nervous about meeting at first. Even if we started out on the wrong foot, him thinking I was the same as the other me was, that's changed. Things are different, a lot different.
I know he and the first Judai I met here don't get along, and after what happened with Johan I can't blame him. But I don't want to take sides in that--maybe it's selfish of me, but I want to at least be friends with both. That's possible, isn't it?
And then a few days ago in the Plaza, we...I don't even know how to write it here. It seems so surreal now, like a dream. The last time I wrote in this I was thinking about the first Judai, and Johan, and...the post they made. I'm still not thinking about that again if I can help it, thanks.
Now? Unless I really was dreaming, or unless what happened in the Plaza was only a "spur of the moment" thing (and I don't think that's the case), I guess I was wrong.
But thinking about it now, I still don't know a lot about him. What's happened to him, how he knows me, what he saw in his hallucinations...what I don't know about him outweighs what I do know.
It doesn't matter, though. Back in the Plaza, I remembered what it was like watching Judai face the seven stars without being able to help him with anything except moral support. Useless.
I won't let that happen anymore. I'm going to help him all I can. Even if the place is going crazy again right now, I'll do my best to make sure he stays as safe as he can around here.
I guess I'll go check on him now and make sure he's all right.