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The next one didn't appear to have been written in by Kivvien at all, at least not in the first few pages. It was all the messy scribblings of the ...

Kivvien continued not to notice, too caught up in his own troubles to bother a glance.

The next one was more similar to the first journal, written in its entirety in Kivvien's handwriting, detailing trials on living demon specimines.

Kivvien focused on the path ahead, contemplating his next steps in a more figurative sense. He would meet this madman, take advantage of his intelligence to create a delivery method ...

The experiments themselves were focused on using the diluted blood and dissolved remains of demons to create an antidote for the darkness. By the last few entries, the samples of ...

The book was different than the one he'd been reading before. It was a detailing of various experiments, as before, but this one contained two different writing styles, often with ...

There were four leatherbound books of various widths.

Kivvien was focused on the trees.

Kivvien hopped out of the cart to walk alongside the mule, feeling stiff.

Kivvien went back to focusing on the trees.

Kivvien sighed. "I will consider it."

Kivvien just shook his head.

"Why?" Kivvien asked. "If you are truly your own person as you say, why devote yourself to a man who does not treat you well?"

Kivvien sighed. "You are simply not a person. You are not whole. You're...a test tube. A cruel experiment."

"It's hardly about blame."