It gets cold in this part of the mindscape. So unbelievably cold. I don't have to lie to myself here, I don't need to act like I'm not shaking as I'm typing this out.

When the split happened, Patton and Roman, as "The Good Guys" made this part of the mindscape for us. The Dark Scape, as we've been starting to call it, ever since Roman coined the term Dark Sides, is as the name suggests, dark.

It's almost pitch black in the hallways here, odd for me to say this, but it's unnerving. Me, Remus and, well, when he was here, Virgil, tried to make it better. Hang barely working light bulbs up by string to add some kind of light. Those flickered and died within a few days, while some fell and shattered onto the floor below them. The others are still there, dead and hanging by threads.

I don't normally, keep this kind of thing. Having a 'diary' or whatever, is ridiculous. But, I heard Logan suggesting to someone that well, writing things down could help or whatever. I don't need help, of course. I just want to stop thinking about things, and if writing it out will make me forget about it. Then I will do it.

I would say it's quiet here, most of the time it is. But Remus is yelling and screaming in the hallway at the moment. That isn't too uncommon anymore. He actually used to be a little reserved. Back before we even understood what we were. Patton isn't the only one who likes to reminisce, I guess.

He has been louder because I stopped holding him back and hiding him from Thomas. I was upset. After everything that happened in the courtroom, and then just being disregarded after being listened to and understood for a moment. That sense of feeling listened to was actually nice. It doesn't matter now though. I think I may have made them listen. Just enough to prove my point.

Remus is banging on the door, just dying for me to listen to him go on about what he said and did, again. I don't particularly want to, but if I don't, he will lick my scales. It's disgusting. The literal worst kind of feeling in the world. I will probably regret writing that down, because if I, for some reason reread this, I'll cringe at the memory of it. Just another little nudge of discomfort for me. What else is new?