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We pass through the outer marches of our lost empire. One day the Leviathan howls along at speed, and the next it drifts on an idle course. We still cannot repair the butchered control systems, and our Emperor, who once ordered this ship's construction for his purposes, refuses to share his knowledge in metaconcert. | We pass through the outer marches of our lost empire. One day the Leviathan howls along at speed, and the next it drifts on an idle course. We still cannot repair the butchered control systems, and our Emperor, who once ordered this ship's construction for his purposes, refuses to share his knowledge in metaconcert. | ||
Yet as we leave the space that was once his dominion, I see how my Emperor digests his situation. He no longer rages and spills wine. He has not cursed [[Dominus Ghaul|Ghaul's]] name in nearly a year. I feel | Yet as we leave the space that was once his dominion, I see how my Emperor digests his situation. He no longer rages and spills wine. He has not cursed [[Dominus Ghaul|Ghaul's]] name in nearly a year. I feel his thoughts taking new shape and color. | ||
I do not know if I like it. | I do not know if I like it. | ||
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Ghaul has even disfigured the peoples' minds. He has dismembered the Cabal of its foreign influences, teaching the people a pit fighter's gruesome self-sufficiency. Weapons only a grunt can understand. Language that can only be barked through a [[Cabal Battle Network|battlenet]]. I mourn the empire that built wonders like the Nineth Bridge. I mourn all the client species beaten into cogs. | Ghaul has even disfigured the peoples' minds. He has dismembered the Cabal of its foreign influences, teaching the people a pit fighter's gruesome self-sufficiency. Weapons only a grunt can understand. Language that can only be barked through a [[Cabal Battle Network|battlenet]]. I mourn the empire that built wonders like the Nineth Bridge. I mourn all the client species beaten into cogs. | ||
But if I mourn, my emperor | But if I mourn, my emperor withers entirely. Even his interest in the archives and the observatory has vanished- he no longer cares to study a universe that has offended him. He doubts his own divinity, because how could a god allow this to happen? His rage has gone and he does not know what he has left after it. The new shape I feel in his mind is gray and smooth like fog. | ||
Among my people-I mean [[Loyalists|my people]], the people of the chalice, not the whole [[Psion]] species- we call this feeling "sweet oubliette", the shelter that becomes a prison. For Calus, I imagine it feels like the loss of all appetite. Even the curiosity that made him great. | Among my people-I mean [[Loyalists|my people]], the people of the chalice, not the whole [[Psion]] species- we call this feeling "sweet oubliette", the shelter that becomes a prison. For Calus, I imagine it feels like the loss of all appetite. Even the curiosity that made him great. | ||
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At least he no longer bellows in the night. | At least he no longer bellows in the night. | ||
==Entry II== | ==Entry II== | ||
By the mind of Match, Shadow Councilor to the True Emperor. Upon the Leviathan, helpless to alter its course. Today I pour salt from the Y-Goblet so that my ancestors may roughen their skin. My every thought and purpose for my Emperor, Calus, once and future sovereign. | By the mind of Match, Shadow Councilor to the True Emperor. Upon the Leviathan, helpless to alter its course. Today I pour salt from the Y-Goblet so that my ancestors may roughen their skin. My every thought and purpose for my Emperor, Calus, once and future sovereign. | ||