Catryn — EP5 Journal

I feel as though time has been stolen from me. The memories that I locked in the corners of my conscious are flooding back into the forefront of my mind. My dreams. And there's no stopping it. I've held resentment against Titus Invictus for continuing to let my father live within the walls of Juramentum. And I will never forgive the city for that. I've endured it for eight winters. And I will continue to do so outside those walls. Seeing his hands and the side of his face, the Sister Sea, it has completely shaken me. Did Adrian see me almost die at my father's hands as well? Or the assassination attempt on me? Was he involved? Or did he dream these things? What else has he seen? Are these the only drawings? He obviously started younger and continued. The sketches have gotten better. Weisa said the image of the woman was me. But I do not believe such things. She is too beautiful to be me. And the vial of something in this journal. If you can even call that a journal. Another attempt at assassination. My mind is reeling. I can feel his eyes on me. It's like a thread of mana that connects us. Or just the dreams and the visions. His eyes. I can't get the gray eyes out of my head. I haven't slept well. And I continue to surge in confusion. We are close to home now. And I need the counsel of Livia. I'm frightened.