Maya’s on her way home. Or at least that’s what Sara assures me is happening. I’ll wait to see for myself before I actually believe it. But we’ve all agreed that she won’t be staying there. No. The more I think about it, the more I want her here by my side. In fact I can’t wait to see her I didn’t tell Sara or any of the Cadavat this. Sara won’t change her mind so I thought I’d kick up a storm and rack up some sympathy points we can cash in later. I threatened again to drop everything and walk out of here if she wasn’t brought home and prepared properly for this place.
To be honest, I can’t help remembering how relaxed Maya was when they took her through the gateway and how she smiled and mouthed the words ‘Don’t worry.” Did she somehow know beforehand? It’s possible. Sara could have arranged things with her through ‘Sixteen’. I’m not going to ask ‘Sixteen’ about it. He’s ‘piggy in the middle’ for a lot of things right now and I’m not going to add further pressure.
Breven noticed a change in us. When he came today there were no wisecracks or threats. He looked concerned and spent a lot of time staring at Armbranch before asking if we were both feeling okay. I felt like telling him we weren’t, that we were both sick and we might poison his ‘root’ if he tossed us into it. Something told me to stay quiet. Who knows, but Breven might decide to ‘cure’ us if he thought we’d damage that thing. The thought of a ‘cure’ made me more uneasy than the thought of getting tossed into the pit.
He’s stationed new puppets outside our quarters. Bigger, meaner looking puppets. Even Armbranch thought they might be hard to tackle if we tried to make a run for it. I just hope Breven didn’t put them there because he thinks it’s almost time to feed his plant.