Back then, I could never really recall that much of them. I did not dream often, as my sleep was light and interrupted much too often. I knew there were bits and pieces of what had made me into the man I was.
But now, in the safety of my room in Amber, more insight is gained. I recall names and speech and brief, dark images. The names of Ciro, and Lardoth stick out fresh in my mind. They had some plan for me, for their ambiguous master, and it was obvious that I was not the only one they had designs on.
I welcome the sleep, nowadays, because I look forward to the next tidbit, the next chapter of the story to unfold. And, to tell the truth, it is a hell of a lot more interesting than reality.
What in Christ's name am I doing here?
I agreed to follow my cousins into the mysterious unknown that was Ivory, Bailey's universe. But why? I have no fucking clue. There's a bazillion of us here anyways, and I'm certainly not needed. Gen's already decided to "lead" this soiree, most of the rest of my cousins are quiet enough. We were hunted down by small demons; I killed one when we couldn't shake them.
I've already blown it -- I never talked again, to Bailey, all that time she was in Amber. Why? I'm not intrinsically shy; but these were things I just could not talk about in front of Gwyn.
Was I afraid? I don't like looking foolish... I guess it does not matter now. Ever since that day, in which we went out for a three minute dinner, she hasn't said much more than a peep to me. I figure, if she was interested, or at least curious to figure out my deal, she would have said something.
So I'm screwed, stuck in a universe far from mine, with no choice but to follow the others along. Bailey's relative, with all his bluster and such, leads us toward a fake Amber. Whatever. I just can't think about this now, or anymore.
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