Strangely, I’m rather surprised I didn’t hit out at the bastard. These last two days has seen me more angry and filled with inconsolable rage that inevitably leads one to awful regret, than I’ve been in a very, very long time. And that’s the last thing that I want now. Regret. I’ve had so much of this tangible emotion in the past that I surely don’t need more to taint my life. Although, I’m afraid that if that bastard prick, Watchman Corrben, comes at me again, I’m not going to keep my temper under control. He ordered me to stay away from Piperel, his sister. Actually ordered me. What gives him the right to do that?! What gile and audacity does this man have? Piperel is her own person, her own damn woman, not some plush toy to shelter and keep like some trophy babble and shelter from the world. She’s old enough to decide for herself! If he comes at me again I’m going to do something that I know I’ll regret. Almost knocked him out in front of the jailhouse today, in front of all the Watch. That would have been just what he wanted. That bastard keep taunting me, he’s going to get what’s coming to him....
For fuck’s sake, gods above, I pray this man leaves well enough alone.
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I had to go out and think about it, feel the soft spring breeze against my skin. It’s Spring. I can feel the air warm around me as the days grow longer. The birds are coming out earlier and the trees starting to show their colours again. From on top here in my endless, sleepless nights, I can see it all. It’s interesting how such things can sooth a turbulent soul, sometimes. Well, the bastard will still pay dearly if he tries to keep me and Piperel away from each other. I know he’s her brother and will try to stay my hand, but I can’t promise anything. If she wants to see me again, it’s up to her and has nothing to do with him. In Lake Town, now that I think back upon those times, I’ve seen many been forced by inconsiderate bastards such as him, forced to do as they want. I will not let him, even if it’s her brother, keep her from what she wants to do.
I’m still thinking about Evangelline. She’s never far from my thoughts. I just… need to feel something again, feel the breeze of happiness blow about me. A man can unfortunately not have it all, can he? … Can he?
