Chapter 210: Day 209

Day 209,

Had the conversation with Lin this morning about the catacombs, both my episode of flashing to the capital-C Catacombs during which I could understand the chanting, and the opening of the sarcophagus to find a shade inside.  She wasn’t particularly happy to hear the news, both what had happened and the fact we didn’t tell her until now, but she wasn’t exactly angry either.  More worried about us, I think.

We apologized, explaining that, for my part, I’d been in such a daze trying to process it at the time that I didn’t know what to say and wound up sliding into not saying anything at all.  As for Maiko, she’d been worried about disappointing and/or upsetting her only friends.

Lin emphasized that she was understanding of the matter with the sarcophagus and said she didn’t hold it against Maiko for opening or not telling the others given how important it was to her.  How much she really felt that way and how much was to protect Maiko’s feelings, I’m not sure.  What she did get on my case more was for not telling her about my episode, both out of concern for my wellbeing and because understanding the chanting in that state is kind of a big deal.

To be honest, in the wake of the sarcophagus opening I’d simply forgotten about my episode at the time until later and hadn’t had a good chance to bring it up since.  But, hey, it’s been over a week now since the last mist night and I hadn’t had a single episode in that time, which is good, even if that last nightmare was bad enough that I scared Cass when she found me and woke me up in the morning and now I’m worried that I’m gradually traumatizing her by my very presence and considering ending her apprenticeship before I do more damage.

And realizing I’d just nervous rambled my way into that confession, I changed the topic like a coward, said we can talk more about that later but now it was getting late into the morning and I should get to the Village, but Lin’s welcome to stay if Maiko’s okay with it, and I won’t be back for the next two nights because of archivist duties.

I think it was that last part and its implications (whether accurate or simply projection on my part) that caught them off guard enough that they didn’t stop me from leaving without talking through my problems.  Was that incredibly immature of me? Yes, definitely.  Did I remotely want to have that conversation this morning?  No, not at all, and I immediately regretted even coming close to the topic.

And now I’m back in the archive, taking a brief break from preparing for the first of two nights in a row of tellings.  I should get back to that.

 

Back at the archive.  Telling went alright, but it’s late and I’m tired.  Looks like Lin made the bed after using it.  That was nice of her.  Sheets are neater than when I do it.

 

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