“… Do you have a reason for looking into my journal?”
He closed the book with one hand, kinda just “locked” it, (it was just a leather strap />), and placed the pencil in between a page
"...Nope. Just got curious."
“… Well, can’t really hide it anymore, can I.”
"Yeah I already knew."
“.. Yeah, I should’ve known.”
"..."
“… -sigh-, Go right ahead, say whatever you want. I already know your “upset”..-“
"....What happens....w-when I meet mother miranda-"
Oh so he was still frightened-
“… She will not harm you.. she will not bring pain to your body.. she will, while yes.. you will have a bit of a sickness in your body, your body will slowly improve itself. Into “her” vision.. that is the best way I can describe it.”
He shuddered
"....Would I........would I even-still be-myself......?"
....Well judging by what happened to the others uhhhhhhhhhh-no. Turn into big pimple monster and perish.
