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I have conducted several…independent observations of my superior; do not ask why. I simply caught wind of ongoing——and rather peculiar——behaviors from who I would assume to be the harbinger of every Outsider’s demise. I am a subordinate; keen eyes and ears are my onus. Do not blame me for my intrigue in this strange, foul man for taking such a grand liking to this…no, not a creature. Not anymore.
I have said enough. Below are my personal——personal reports: 1585-1587:
I: Suspicion; Firmly resolute on annihilation; Would have skewered them on the spot were it not for their sanity.
II: Distrust; Stiffness surrounding their character; Alike to a stray cat acclimating itself to a new owner; maybe it’s the other way around.
III: Rapport; Basic expectations; Maintains general distance; Has probably mentally stabbed himself after asking them personal subjects or saying their name.
IV: Respect; Hints of care(?); Stalled an Astral Fissure scouting to let them rest; Dion insists to me that he’s giving them, “the eyes”.
V: Endearment; Gentleness; Combs through their hair when they sleep sometimes; Maybe he thinks it scares away the reported nightmares.
VI: Trust; Deep care; Glared at a patron for, “looking at them wrong”; Confirmed Dion’s rambunctious theory discussing, “the eyes”(he does, in fact, make soft eyes at the Conduit).
VII: Love; Gratefulness; Albeit unknown, Grøh’s whereabouts generally swap between different Astral Fissure locales; He reports them out of necessity; But I know that he’s only there for one thing: taking care of them.
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I have been pensive as to whether or not the last word is accurate. Truth be told, I can only assume so much without having witnessed a peck…or something more. I have requested Dion to perhaps pry something from that utter annoyance the next time his experiment rounds return. I know they would display a tinge more of openness; more than their dour, doting guardian.