I've decided to start calling them their real names.
After all, you've been kind enough to give me one of my own.
I am tired. Parts of my body hurt from running. They hurt more because of the "talk" I had with Crow than anything, but we'll talk about that later.
I'm slowly, but surely, needing food. Luckily there is plenty in this house. And there is more at Aiden's.
Starving is the least of my concerns.
My power is at the top of that list though. I think...that I've just lost some of the perks of being part of It's violent, murderous army.
Fine. It can keep them.
I went to go find him after we solved the Aiden mystery. To ask why I've been seeing his birds.
Crow isn't all there. He's hardly there at all. He knows what he's been told and he does as he is told.
That being said, I suppose his response to me after It having been around was entirely expected.
It just wasn't appreciated.
To cut a needlessly long story short, I never actually got any answers. Just a shrieking, flailing boy and the talons and beaks of a countless number of birds.
This jacket has no hope of being saved.
I think I've been able to deduce what exactly has been going on with Crow anyhow. More on that later.