Sometimes I wonder what LILITH was thinking. So many of us don't lend ourselves to militarised obedience. Brimstone is a powder keg. What does bringing us do? We're not reliable. Though then I decide that it must just entertain them. The floundering.

( Every so often it's a little like drowning. He'll stand in the halls, or by the cafeteria, or smoking on the rooftop, and he'll feel so irrationally and helplessly angry that his hands shake. Putting him here, forcing him into a role like this, it makes him want to claw his way out from beneath his skin, a vicious beast. And yet he can do nothing. )

Once I was told that there was another way to save everyone. Teach the humans how to control their cursed energy and there'd be no more reliance on sorcerers. The same could be said for here. These people should be able to protect themselves. But a better man than me would need to take on that task, I think. I've already proven myself to be too destructive.