"C'mon Apple move it." I say.

I'm just wondering around the woods with a donkey I have. I may or may not have stolen it from a farmer. Eh, he had so many other fine horses. I don't think he'll mind if I take his donkey. Or if he did, it's too late. 

The woods seem so peaceful. It's weird. I flinch as I ride. I scratch my nose. All this silence is... unsettling. I do have specific memories of me getting myself killed many times in these woods. I scratch myself all over. I need to find something for me to do at least. 

I'm so restless sometimes. Maybe it's because I'm always fighting. I remember scenes with bloodshed and dying. I remember chaos in every way of my life before the cliff. I remember the times I've starred death in the face, and there were a lot of times when that happens. Maybe it's my own fault. 

I just need to think of something other than me getting killed. That's tricky. Maybe I should think of something that made me happy. I do sort of remember my family. Not the other one. I remember my siblings faces. I remember Jiang Cheng and Yanli. I remember Yanli's rib lotus soup, but only barley. I remember Jiang Cheng's face when our home was slaughtered by the Gusu clan. 

That clan is barbaric. I hate every one of them. I remember how angry I was before the cliff. I remember my heart fuming. I remember so much pain I've had to endure because of them. Both physically and mentally, but mostly physically. 

I know every problem this land has it's because of the Gusu clan. It's always the Gusu clan.