I suppose I should chronicle more about him, for future reference, if we don't get out of here soon. He said he's a beastman. A genetically-engineered being, with human DNA and animal DNA. Someone called the Spiral King has been making them for thousands of years and
It sounds like I'm writing a science fiction novel.
Regardless it's hard to deny something yelling in front of my face so I'm accept it for now. Those hands couldn't possibly be a costume.

But just one day and he's bloody leading everyone over the damn wall that we've been not to go over and does he understand that some of the people following him are impressionable teenagers, soldier or not all of them could have died!!
What in the world even is a stupid Gun Man?!

We spoke again today. He actually approached me, amazingly. He's left me with a lot to think about. From his world's population problem to his reasons for not caring about humans, to the idea that we could be missing memories.
I'm not. He may be, but I'm surely not. I can't be.
He said something strange, too. About the kind of person I am. Someone who should be looking forward.
This man doesn't know me at all. After everything, I can't just give up.
I shouldn't even be think

Anyway. What matters is, he's looking at this situation practically, as a soldier. In that way he's going to be more careful and doesn't want the rest of us to get hurt. Hopefully he'll actually listen, instead of rushing off.
I do still think it's sad. The way he's lived.

We've managed to have one normal conversation, as much as normal has a place here. At one of those stupid icebreakers too. Jokes on them, all we talked about was how ridiculous it is for any of the staff members to have an inkling of friendliness towards us.
It was kind of nice honestly. Someone to just complain with.
I think I've just seen a different side of him? It turns out the administration, naturally, isn't accounting for his different diet. It needs to be high in protein, so. Meat.
We're all stuck in this stupid mess, so it won't do to have anyone starving. I'm taking it upon myself to feed him, since I've access to the food storage now. I'll already be in there making my own food, so there's no problem to it. But, he was strangely enthusiastic about "repayment?" I can't say I don't appreciate it, but it was nothing to get all fired up about.
Regardless. I suppose this is what I'm doing now.
(I've figured out one of the animals his DNA is spliced with. It's a cat.)

Another day, another stupid idea. At least he's taking precautions, this time. It really doesn't sound as dangerous, so maybe we can learn something.
What we learned is there's a library, finally somewhere to get some real information! We'll have to find our way into it, but he said it seemed like there were so many books.
I think he might have been teasing me, strangely? The other day too. He keeps acting friendlier.

He gave me a talking to during the "exam," or whatever they're calling it. I don't even want to think about it. But I can't stop. Afterwards he came by to check in on me? Which I didn't expect at all but
We came to a kind of understanding. I think I've learned something about him.
Viral's actually not as cold-hearted as I thought.
He'd have to not be, after he was proven entirely right, about our memories. Still, he didn't lord it over me or anything like that. We talked a little about them. It sounds like he's coming to understand humans more.
He didn't have to hold a meeting shirtless though!! What was he thinking? Having to explain that was unbelievably embarrassing, I had to do everything I could not to [ is that several furious scribbles you see??? yes??? yes it is. ] It was just indecent!
In the midst of all this madness, he's still trying to keep my spirits up.
Crivvens, I really misjudged him, didn't I?
Incredibly so. After today, with Henry. I hate even thinking about it. Instead of help with the investigation, Viral stayed by my side as I tried to compose myself. I wasn't anymore important than any of that, yet
I don't understand why I keep focusing so much on this. A boy died today. Stop it, Becca.

Viral did it. It was an accident. We just convicted and killed someone, a good someone, for accidental manslaughter. I wish it'd been the damn clown, that fucking bawheid who made a mockery of it all.
I talked myself in circles, trying to find a reason why someone could've framed him but
I really am an idiot.
What even was all of that? We barely know each other, but he believes in me?

There's so much more I wanted to know, though. He felt

Why'd I have to remember that, right after all of this?
Edgar gave me something of Viral's. Said I would probably like to hold on to it. That he would want me to have it. I didn't know him any better than the rest of them. Why to me?
I'm still going to take care of it. A model of something important of his?

They gave me something else. It matches the model, so I know it has to
I hope he doesn't mind me holding on to it. I hope he doesn't mind me stringing Ashton's feathers there. It's selfish of me. Everything is so selfish

What am I even doing writing here anymore? He's already gone.



We received a message. I did. After
We can still reach them. Something about a simulation. He sent something across with Vivienne, I don't trust her one bit but somehow
I just knew. It sounded like him. I must sound like a blethering fool but I knew.
They're still out there. Still them.
I sent a message back. I hope it reaches thhim.

It was almost a good night. We got to talk to them. Not with words but with a ridiculous séance. Leave it to Tess, I suppose?
It was in front of everyone but I barely could care, he
We talked. I'm sure it was real. I've blinded myself to so many things, for so long, but I think I'm finally starting to see clearly and
I know it was real.