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Today was horrible.

It started off normal enough. Woke up early, like normal, and was zombie like until I crammed a Twinkie in my mouth, like normal. Ate breakfast with the others. Laughed at Alistair as he managed to get syrup in his hair… Again. He does this everyday, by the way.

After that we packed up our stuff and headed out. We only have the rental car for one more day, and it was my turn to drive. Instead of side roads and outskirts though, I had to take the freeway, since we had to turn the car in. We made it to Nagoya without much trouble. Traffic was the only thing that slowed us down.

Once we were in Nagoya, we turned the car in, and wandered around for a while, since we weren’t really in any hurry, and there was plenty of daylight left. We went and saw the Nagoya TV Tower, which was interesting, because you can see for miles from the observation decks. I think it was worth the admission fee, which was about 600 yen for me and Alistair, and 750 yen for Leliana, Sten and Wynne. This was uneventful as well.

Eventually it started to get dark, and we started looking around for another cheapish motel. At this point, I was considering calling Owen for a decent hotel room, but I resisted. We did end up finding something decent, but not before something really, REALLY bad happened.

We’ve been avoiding dark alley’s and what not for a reason. It’s too easy to be attacked and nobody would notice. Staying in the open, on busy streets, no going out during the night, (With the exception of the time we went to the club) and no going out on your own. All of that had kept us safe so far. Unfortunately, Nagoya is fairly crowded, and we somehow managed to get separated. I tried my best to stay put until someone found me, but after what felt like forever, I decided to look on my own.

Bad idea. I should have just stayed put.

Somehow, I found myself in the last place I wanted to be. In front of a dark alley, which is just as bad as being in one. Knowing this was bad, I started walking to get away from it, and someone grabbed me from behind.  My knee-jerk reaction was to go for the balls, and it did work. However, it only took the guy a moment to recover, and just as quickly, he’s pulling out a knife.

As I’ve said before, these Night Horde guys are crazy.

I don’t remember the next few moments, except a brief flashback to the fight that nearly ended with Wesker slitting my throat, me grabbing the first thing I could that was swing-able, (I can only imagine what would have happened if I’d tried to Drillbit him and failed) whacking him hard enough to make him drop the knife, grabbing the dropped knife…

And then it all goes kind of black for a moment.

I don’t know what really happened. He could have hit me in the head, but I would have seen stars. Maybe it was just the Adrenaline that constantly flows through me hitting a new high point. Doesn’t matter. The next thing I remember clearly is staring down at the guy. The knife is still in my hand. The guy’s bleeding from his stomach, and it looks really bad.

I’m not sure how long the entire thing took, but seconds after I came to, Alistair and Wynne show up. They both realized quickly what had happened, and Wynne, at my insistence, tried to fix the guy up… but it was too late for him.

I still feel… weird. I mean, it was either an accident or self defense… but… I did something I never thought I’d do. And Alistair, of all people, has been incredibly patient with me. Normally he would crack a joke or make some sort of sarcastic remark, but this time he didn’t. He offered up a shoulder if I needed somewhere to cry, and I took it. I don’t remember the last time I’d cried, but it must have been a while, because once I started, I found it hard to stop.

Not once did he say anything rude or sarcastic. He was just… there. And it was nice. There was a moment, when I was pretty much done crying, where it was quiet. I felt him put something around my neck. I was confused, until I looked down. It was this necklace that he always wears, made of some sort of silver colored metal and shaped like a griffon, with this blood colored stone in the middle.

“Why-” I started to say, but he interrupted me.

“With that, I’ll be able to find you. So you won’t ever have to do that again,” He replied, smiling slightly. “Or, not alone, anyway. I prefer your smile over tears.”

I think my brain stopped again, because I couldn’t really think or say anything. After a moment more, he moved toward his bag to get a clean shirt, with that same little smile on his face.

There’s something about that smile… I don’t know what, but it makes me feel… fuzzy. It’s been a while for that as well. Bryan wasn’t fuzzy… it was just… I don’t know how to describe it, but it wasn’t fuzzy.

I think I like Alistair. And not like Bryan. Not like Will. Not like any of the guys I’ve ever dated.

This is getting complicated.