Bridge Over Troubled Water

It's not easy, trying to communicate without talking. Kenny and I have exchanged perhaps a dozen words today. I ended up writing most of the messages to him in a notebook. And then I asked him where exactly we were going - and he told me it was to the temporary abode of Lyron.

I then asked him to write it out again, since I was sure the Choir was messing up his note. Because the only Lyron I knew about was a servant to the Fears. Wait, hold on, she's only a "scribe" for the Fears. But let me just quote something from her introduction:

Hello commenters [sic] and let us pray that I never have to meet anyone of you else I might be made to kill you or something... And we all know we don't want that.

Yes, that's right, we're going to the home of a person who might kill us. Frankly, I called Kenny crazy and nearly asked the bus driver to stop so I could get off.

Kenny managed to stop me from doing that. He didn't say anything (because, frankly, I wouldn't and couldn't listen), all he did was look down in subtle resignation. And I knew: he didn't think this was a good idea either. Then why?

He wrote one word in my notebook and made it all clear: information.

He's going there because he wants information on the other Fears. Because once you're in this world, the best chance to survive is to know as much as you can in order to avoid what you can.

So I'm staying. Because I'd like some information, too. And if Lyron does try to kill us, well, I still have a few tricks I haven't revealed on this blog.

So let's do this thing.