Entry Number 050603A
It seemed like Rose finally noticed my blank glance towards the holo and my fumbling with a few pieces of paper in my pocket, so she left the magazine alone and stared at me, arms crossed.
"Okay, what's bothering you. I know that vague look on your face, you feel guilty."
I looked up at her, confused. "About what?"
Rose lifted a brow gently. "About you murdering the pilot?"
I shook my head as if I had actually murdered him and was now trying to re-think my decision, tightening my hand around the papers. "It's not that, it's-"
She interrupted me, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat. "Then you're sick. You haven't eaten well in two pfaasking days, you look worn and pale. Maybe I should call a medical droid-"
"Okay, what's bothering you. I know that vague look on your face, you feel guilty."
I looked up at her, confused. "About what?"
Rose lifted a brow gently. "About you murdering the pilot?"
I shook my head as if I had actually murdered him and was now trying to re-think my decision, tightening my hand around the papers. "It's not that, it's-"
She interrupted me, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat. "Then you're sick. You haven't eaten well in two pfaasking days, you look worn and pale. Maybe I should call a medical droid-"