Entry#: 106
Date: 07 - 07 - 818 AS @ 11:05 SUT
Title: Untitled.
Lets see. Its about 11am in the morning, Ive got a mediocre hospital breakfast and a dark gray storm cloud blocking the sunlight that would otherwise be lighting up the room. The television remote seems to have stopped functioning, meaning I can no longer use the thing since someone thought it wise to bolt it to the ceiling.
Its times like right now - nothing to stimulate my senses and no-one to interrupt my train of thought when I allow my mind to wander into melancholic contemplation; thinking about just where I want to go from here on.
Looking back over whats happened in the last couple days I feel indebted to Misaka for all that she does. She and everyone else disappeared for one day, and then came back with Eva Jones in tow the next.
How she accomplished such a thing is beyond me, but I was happy to see more familiar faces around. The way Misaka wakes me up isnt something to complain about either. I wonder if its a good thing that I can instantly recognise her lips and tongue even when only having been awake for a few seconds.
When Jones visited me it shook me up a bit; although it wasnt any fault of her own. I feel like an arse for hurting the poor thing the way I have. Underneath that tough, thorny outer shell, theres still a girl and I almost forgot that; seeing her bawling her heart out made me realise this isnt what I want to do to my friends. I had to seriously consider what I my actions were inflicting on those around me, and it hurt me on the inside as much as it hurt everyone else.
We had a little reunion and shared a real lunch together, Eva insistent on feeding every single one of us out of her own pocket. I of course objected, but wasnt really in much of a position to fight against an Underboss of the Liberty Rogues. I managed, with some assistance, to put on some of the clothes Misaka had brought me, hobbled myself into a wheel chair and the girls escorted me to a distinctly working-class restaurant where I pigged out on the first half-decent meal Ive had since being admitted.
Jones expressed her discontent with me joining the Military alongside her distrust of the new Admiral. She and Gunther have never really gotten along, the last meeting the two had in New York resulted in fisticuffs breaking out. I can understand that shes trying to look out for my interests, but Gunther and I are bonded for the rest of our lives, for better or worse, by our daughter.
I told her I have every intention of living in Rheinland from now on. As much as I care for Eva, my new family takes absolute precedence. I explained to her that I, no matter what happens, wont ever become a stranger in Liberty; the Alsatia sure to show up at Buffalo and Rochester from time to time.
By the end of the day I was ready to pass out from exhaustion; the injuries Ive sustained plus my rapidly growing daughters greed for nourishment pushing my own body past its limits. Misaka escorted a tearful Jones out of the room and I would assume, after staying the night on the Alsatia, flying her back to Liberty.
I wonder how well shes able to fly now. When I first met her she had an unarmed and unarmoured freighter with the manoeuvrability of a house brick; and only being barely able to handle even that. I gave her a few basic flight lessons with the Biribiri but not nearly enough for her to become truly competent. Now shes in a fighter with buttons and dials everywhere all by herself I do hope she hasnt crashed it into anything.
She should be arriving some time today if she hasnt gotten herself into any trouble. I wonder if shell be bringing anyone else back with her this time; the first person that comes to mind of course being Gunther. Getting a hold of him though would prove troublesome even for her, seeing as he is kind of the head of the entire Military.
I suppose theres nothing to do but wait and see. I need buzz the nurse and ask if she'll give me some more porridge Im still hungry.