Tormented Scribbles

I took an arrow to the gut during the last incursion of scavengers. I woke up today after being out for a few weeks, according to my mates. The idiots thought the kymia couldn't bring me back this time and discarded me in a pile of old bones. Its fragments fused with my body, and I became a disfigured monster. I can barely write these words because of the bones coming out of my hands. At least there's no pain.

Mordaxius came back after his trip for reagents and is now appalled at the sight of me. He can't even look at me without feeling disgusted. The bastard acts as if we never met before.

The Master is powerless to help me. I feel he's genuinely upset about my fate. I always thought he never truly cared about us, but now I'm looking at him with different eyes. Perhaps I misjudged him.