Starfield:Orahim's Diary - 1
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Yet another sleepless night. I fear I am losing my mind.
She came to me, like a vision. She stood in my doorway, arms outstretched, as if beckoning me to embrace her. Her beauty blinded me, and I was disturbed, terrified. I knew this woman, but I could not place her face...
I moved toward her, against my better judgement. She remained perfectly still, her expression blank, her feet barely touching the floor. I moved inches closer, but was stunned into stillness when I heard her speak.
It was unintelligible. A gurgled, pained noise that sounded like an animal caught in a trap. She repeated, over and over and over, and I looked on in horror as her once pleasing features began to swell, her eyes began to boil, her tongue turning to a ball of flesh in her mouth. Her body bloated to twice her normal size, her skin blue and grotesque and so tight it looked about to tear. Only then was I able to somehow make out what she was saying: "Why?" I closed my eyes, both in terror and shame.
Yes... I knew this woman. And her crew, all thirty of them. I even recall the name of her vessel - The Advantage. A good ship that Khaslav took for himself after we had dealt with every accursed on board. Shepherding them like groats into the airlocks and then, both of us laughing, we pulled the levers releasing them to their doom. We were laughing. Smiling.
When I eventually grew the courage to open my eyes, the spirit of the woman was gone from my doorway. And now, I am so sad, so ashamed, so guilty and disgusted. Afflicted with the knowledge that this torment is less than I deserve.
