(Written by Calliope as the group rested at the ruined docks in front of the Ultros.)
Estor.
I wish I could completely remember why the sight of that boat, and the mention of his name, is making me feel so uncomfortable. But everything is just… so murky. A mire of emotion, pain, and confusion; I may be unable to see the specifics but I’m trapped in its midst all the same.
All I know is that I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be here. I truly feel that nothing good can come from this bit of the past. And if he is on that boat… I don’t know that I am ready for what is going to happen next.
I am not the only one that feels like that it seems: Kyrah looks unsettled. She looks like I feel.
With everything that has been going on, I’d forgotten about her spitting on Estor’s grave at the Necropolis. I… didn’t tell the others about it; it didn’t seem right to air something that she seemed to be trying to hide. It was a moment of anger and grief for a man who is meant to be long dead, after all. But in light of what that… man… said: maybe it is time to say something. At least to ask if she is alright...
Though, if she feels how she looks - if she feels how I feel - I already know the answer.