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Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
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[The earlier entries of this journal have been erased or heavily redacted, before settling into a normal rhythm.]
I am Nocturne. I think as her. I see her when I look in the mirror. I can't remember the last time someone called me by the wrong name - Shadowheart has been swift to gently correct slips of the tongue, and even swifter in challenging those who'd use my forsworn name in malice. I'm lucky to have her as a friend.
They took Shadowheart's memories again - more than they took before. But I know what to do now. I know she'll be frightened, and that she won't remember much - not even me. I can take her to our hideaway and remind her of herself. I'm getting better at it each time; I love seeing that look in her eyes when she finally remembers me. Why must the Mother Superior do this to her? Why must she grind her under heel like she does to no other?
They are grooming her for a mission, and will soon take away her memories again. I need to see her again while she still remembers me. I need to tell her to stay safe, and that I'll see her again.
It's been days, and no word. Shadowheart and the others could be alive or dead - even the Mother Superior does not seem to know. I'm sick with worry. I can't even bear to write any more.