I guess… Maybe letting Brooks sleep with me in Éndago’s old room was a bad idea. But Amandín has totally spilled his water. As if Éndago doesn’t have bedwarmers, wherever he is. As if Éndago would’ve killed me for sleeping with my best friend. People sleep together. That’s life.
I guess… That’s not important, not now anyway. The watergirl is putting on my armor… And Amandín’s preaching about how hateful I am. He does love to preach. I wonder if they’ll bring the water up to eat me, or if they’ll just push me in like I’m not even worth the spectacle. Though Amandín loves spectacles.
They want to push me, I see. I think it’ll look better if I jump.