Something had changed in the course of my journey. I had stumbled across this child, who at first seemed so pure and naïve and vulnerable, and taken her in under my care. She was sincere about being without family, of this I am sure. The more and more I lead her into conversation I can feel something different underneath. The strange thing is that I can feel it even more in our silence. Something bright, something that seems to burn me to my core, blinds me - renders me lame.
While her body is young, she is not. This being is not what she seems, and I am increasingly intrigued. At the time, she does not pose any threat; hardly any being frightens me. I am not stupid; I have begun to cut short my meditations, which she believes to be, sleep, and soon I will discontinue them altogether. I cannot afford distraction, and this is obviously what she was. If I were to be destroyed straight away, it would have been done by now.
I will have to pull her out of hiding and either destroy her