Blood, blood all over.
I don't quite know what happened, a moment I had control of it, the other... He brought steel to a fist fight, and I ended up badly wounded. If not for the aid of that one kid I would had ended bleeding to death.
I just don't understand, how could I've gone so mad over my own blood?... It doesn't matter anymore. I've lost a lot of blood, and earned many wounds. My arm will heal in a week or two, but I fear my chest shall take longer.
Still no track of my sibling, I expect to hear something about it soon enough.
I am still haunted by the recurring nightmares, but that is a minor problem now.
