[Halbereth Diagona]

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Carathon curled up into a ball by a tree. He didn't want to talk, or eat, or ride. He wanted to die.
"Do you really want him in our home? With Livia?"

What was wrong with him? He wasn't dirty, or bad. He liked Livia, he wouldn't hurt her.
Carathon pulled out his journal and slowly wrote:
i asked a ladee if she cud let me liv at her huse with liva but she sed no she sed i luk at her funee i wudnt hurt liva maibeee she thins im bad but im not im vereee sad