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Six years! We've been here six years and Diamond Lake still feels like a nightmare. Solrisa seems to love it, and seems equally oblivious to its many dangers. Her sculptures, though, seem to sell well. I can't believe mother thought this would be safer than home. Kaer Maga was never as nasty as this.
Today could have been a disaster, but thankfully, Lazare was there to head off the danger. I wasn't.
I was NOT.
I have to do better, to keep my petty irritations and frustrations in check. To keep her safe. If I have any purpose in life at all, it is that. If I am just one thread, then we are two, twisted together; stronger together.
I owe Lazare now. That can't continue. He's not someone I care to owe for anything.