(Written after the fight with Metron as the group take a moment to catch their breath.)
Estor.
When I look at his face I feel like there are memories just at the edge of my vision. He feels so familiar. It is not a kind and warm familiarity, that is borne from closeness… but it is intimate all the same. Hate, anger, fear… they can all be just as personal as love after all.
Meeting him now… he seems arrogant. And easily frustrated: he did not seem to be a fan of my companions’ questioning minds. So far, so Estor.
Though he seemed to admire Hippofilius. Funny, considering that I can’t imagine they have much in common otherwise. Two very different souls. Well, if Estor still has one…
He has done something truly awful: killed his men, his loyal followers, to grasp at immortality. I don’t know if this is new information to me, or if I knew this before - honestly, this dream makes my mind feel foggier than it should - but it is a truly sickening revelation.
All the same, here we are now, trapped by this monster. Tasked to root out the ‘traitors’ in his crew. I don’t know if they are real, or figments of his imagination: but if they are true ghosts he certainly deserves more than just their scorn.
We agreed a plan to try and talk to these poor souls… a plan Xan immediately ignored. Her actions so far on this ship are doing nothing to quell my fears about her. And, allegiances aside, she is not much of a team player: a difficult thing when you are a group of seven very different people working towards the same goal.
I… there is no point worrying about it now. Just one more to go and we can leave this wretched place.