Today was, in some respects, a victory, and in other respects a defeat.
This was the first iteration in which I have not attempted a usurpation in some time.
On one, very valid hand, this represents a key point in which I have not succumbed to my usual melancholy and done something extremely rash and pointless.
On the other, equally valid hand, this shows that I have given up. I have accepted the facts for what they are, and have not violently denied another what I so crave in order to grant myself scants weeks, days, or perhaps even hours of comfort from a doom that I know recognize I can never truly avoid.
Which I suspect is exactly the point. Young Master Vinton would not have it any other way, I would presume.
I shall endeavor to see what can be made of this place regardless, however. While I will not give into previous temptations, I will try to make what time I have here as fruitful as possible.
Before this place, too, falls into silence.