" I've traveled alone before, but now I am anything but. Blood may be thicker than water, but without water, you are sure to die a slow and dry death. In this city, this Hathian that is surrounded by so much water, even water can turn toxic. Old friends meet new friends. New friends fight old ones. How can one choose a side when choosing means turning your back on those you have fought for a long time?
As I write my thoughts in this journal, I look to the future with hope that I do not repeat my past mistakes. Starting a family, starting a new life in Louisiana, will I have the courage to wade through the flood of feuds with not physical casualties alone, but with emotional ones? How do I fight for those I care for without losing on either side? Drowning is a horrible way to die after all."