A diary entry left open upon a small white table:
Gods, what have I done? No... not even Gods, for they have long been dead and gone. I sent Colin drunk and raving to Sanria and of course what I anticipated happening did, in fact, happen. It was foolish of me, I realize that and now I have to deal with the emotions from her.
I have returned from the cavern, to talk to Colin who did not remember anything at all. I contacted Sanria, who promptly gave me an earful of vitriol before finally agreeing to even see the two of us. Then, ah, I must admit to myself my cowardice... they began talking in a most personal fashion and I left. I left amidst Sanria's protests not to... I could do nothing to help it... cowardice and a pang of jealousy. Not over Colin, but over the devotion. The man is nearly singleminded in his desire for her. It brought back old thoughts best left buried.
I do not need to be present to know what happened. I felt it with intensity. I cannot presume to know what will happen from here, but I have done damage to many more than just myself by this endeavor.
