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More nightmares. I’m using a rite tonight to deal with that. I’m out of Flux. I’m safe. I don’t need to… yeah. 

 

Mourns-the-Living came by. I barely remember him, to be honest. Jackals’ tribe smell very similar to me. Must be the ghosts. He didn’t recognize me, so I gave my introduction. Asking about my new scars, I explained that I got them in battlefield.  He was pretty confused by what I told him, and asked what I was doing training. Not the brightest bunch, I guess, but he means well. Maybe it’s because everything was going so fast for me at the time, and that made things awkward.  He ended up telling a story that made zero sense, but if I could hear it again slower, maybe it’d make sense. It was a good way to waste time while this wyld energy burns off.

 

Slug came by, asking questions about the end of the world.  Time was still running fast, but Slug is not the quickest, so it was fine. Why he has it in his head to start asking about the end of the world now is a mystery. Maybe he saw a movie about it. But, he brought something. Oh, god, he brought something good. Coca. It’s been so long since I’ve had some. Hummingbird used to give me as much as he could spare, and I miss chewing it so much. Thank god. I took his gift, and traded him the story of the Ghost Dance and the coming apocalypse in exchange for more in the future.  He’s worried about the weaver, it seems. I told him that the weaver is a cough, but the horned serpent is a viper biting at the grandmother. I think I even believe that, too.

 

Slug wants to do a vision quest. I told him to talk to his tribe’s shaman, and what little I know about Omega Tribe spiritualism: Coors and Nyquil is the combination, right?