Entry Number 050603A

It was just a bird. There were many crows and ravens in the world. Who knew what it had seen or done to get that wound anyways? It would die of an infection if I were to help it. Grandfather wouldn't like us bringing strays in the apartment and that was enough for me to comply, nod and follow Hux into the apartment building.

I felt a tad guilty for not helping the crow, but it didn't phase me for long. There were other birds that flied around our building.