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May 13th
There is nothing I enjoy more than seeing a newly orphaned child in the cemetery next to their parents' grave.But I can say that today was quite a nice day. I spent a great deal of time watching Sixer's face contorting in surprise when I showed him that dull eight-color rainbow. Seeing him happy just for the confirmation of humans being an extremely inferior species was hilarious.
"This is incredible, it's confirmation that what we see is not the entirety of the real world."
"Did you really need to see this to confirm it? Good thing I showed you, otherwise, you would be trapped in the lie forever."
"Haha, yes, yes, humans are inferior, tiny, and crushable, whatever you say triangle."
"Poor and innocent Sixer, what would you do without my help? You'd better stay by my side; otherwise, I won't be able to protect you from this cruel world."
Bill’s tone sounded ironic but firm in Ford's mind. Although the voice sounded as if what was said was a joke, Ford knew it wasn't.
"Of course, who would answer your wonderful riddles if I weren't here?"
May 24th
I decided to spend a few days wandering around, even incredible creatures like me need a break from low-quality TV series, laughing children, and butterflies (has anyone seen a more hideous creature???? Moths are better). I wonder if Sixer has made any progress with the portal or if he's curled up in a corner crying while trembling, as he does every time he remembers how horrible his life is (he usually does this on Mondays). I can’t help him every time this happens, but I think I’ll keep doing it a few more times. I enjoy seeing his grateful face, surrounded by tears, after I work my magic inside his amygdala.