It is always so nice to be back in one’s own skin. Thankfully it was only a week, much like last time. Significantly less alarming to me than the last time, more alarming for Kaylee who has discovered that my glass eye is, in fact, just a glass eye. She did not take kindly to being half-blind and has launched a campaign to force me to have either an organic eye or a clockwork replacement installed.
I suspect this is one of those cases where if in a year I haven’t done something about it, She’ll take care of it when the switch comes.
But that’s not really why I stopped to write here at all…
Oh! Except I should say that Henry brought me flowers! Well, he gave them to Kaylee who was me at the time, so technically he brought flowers for Kaylee, but really he was bringing them for me. I was delighted, unfortunately Kaylee was so shocked that she didn’t know what to say and I think he went away with a very poor impression of me…
But that’s not why I’m writing this either.
Here is the truth, Journal, laying on my sofa whimpering occasionally is Professor Lionheart!
Apparently someone managed to get one of those enforcer collars around his neck (how they managed that, given his height, is an utter mystery to me) and (and this is nearly impossible to believe) he came to ME for help! Fancy that! All that trouble he gave me, the nights of terror, the times I have openly loathed him and he came to me for help.
Which really only goes to show the sad state of his affairs, that he had to come to ME to seek mercy. I made sure he knows that he deserves nothing less than for me to leave him whimpering in the streets at the mercy of whoever it was that managed to get that device around his neck.
But ultimately, it seems, I am a soft touch and so I told him that in the morning I would find one of Kaylee’s skeleton keys and let him out of the device. Though not before I extracted a promise from him and we came to the understanding that he owes me. He should be held by the same rules as the others before him and be unable to recant on his vow. Though I’ve no doubt he’ll find a sneaky way around it.
The usual rabble had assembled, insisting that it must have been the church that did it and beginning the first rumbles of rebellion. Normally I’m the first to leap onto the “bring down the church” bandwagon, but since I spent the evening listening to Tenk coughing wetly as he slept in one of the buildings nearby, I decided to quiet the rebellion rather than urge it forward. If Tenk is ill it is a bad omen and I won’t see any trouble I could have prevented easily come to the city.
Victor gave the usual dark warning, and I agree utterly: but for the moment I am more concerned about the present and not some distant future.
I am especially concerned because as I was leaving the apartment to take Samwise on his evening ride I nearly ran straight into Phaedra. She heard Lionheart crying out in my apartment and gave me a long, measured look.
“Look at who is becoming the villainess now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, he deserves it.” I said, trying not to actually hiss at her. I really don’t like that woman.
“Is that you speaking,” She asked, “Or the one who has his influence wrapped around you like spider’s webs?”
She left before I could reply but the damage is done. She is not the first to notice recently that His influences over me aren’t completely gone. He’s easy to ignore of late, especially since the turning of the year, but every time He is mentioned to me it’s like being poked in a wound I’d thought was healed.
I worry, some days, because I find myself inexplicably walking toward The Gut and humming a song I’d thought I’d forgotten.
I should close this, I need to make sure I catch Kaylee before she comes up. She won’t be pleased that I have Lionheart sleeping on the sofa this evening, but at least she can go sleep over her shop. I, however, think I shall stay here and listen to him whimper.