Kromede's Journal

That nattering, noisy woman that was trying to talk my head off, I locked her up in the chalice with the other nuisances so I wouldn't have to see her ever again. I threw it into a quiet place in Muspel where nobody will find it so she can regret everything and rot forever. I can't take it anymore. How much longer is this damn world going to keep standing in my way and meddling in everything I do? Ugh! Why does it keep getting in my way, constantly testing my patience? If this world has been trying to make an enemy out of me, then I'd say it's certainly succeeded... But I can't afford to waste time being angry. Robstin... my love, my everything. I won't be long now. I'll see you again soon, very soon. Even if I must distort reality and bring the world to ruin, I will absolutely bring you back from the cold morass of death. I will make your heart beat again with my own two hands, even if my soul must be completely shattered and I lose everything... Whatever terrible curse I must bear, it doesn't matter to me, because a world without you already meant nothing. (After this are illegible scrawlings written in sharp handwriting.)