Kyxiel Report 4: Tired

Well, as usual it incredibly stinks to be the double of a person who couldn't complain to someone face-to-face, but I'll leave off of that for now. Things have begun to settle into some sort of normalcy here in Montreal (if one ignores the huge shadow of darkness still hovering above our heads from months ago). Snape has returned to Keily's house (I can't bring myself to say it's mine--even if it technically is) and is tending to his son as any father would. He's taking a break from working with the Order, which still hasn't made its final move against Voldemort...not yet at least.

"We're...trying to see if we could get Keily back..." he said.

"I'll bet." I told him, a little derisively, might I add.

"You're about as peachy as Bellatrix." he replied dryly.

"You know you love me." At this, he scowled and muttered something under his breath. I'm very sure he's cursing my existence right about now and wishing that my Other was around. Had I any emotions, I'd be hurt or more than just a bit annoyed. Either way, I smacked him upside his bald head on my way upstairs for good measure. He grinned as I heard him curse again.

I'm still rather weary after the fight against Unicron, but I say things could have gone worse. Much worse. I don't know what to think of it all, really. I don't know the deceased very well and my lack of a heart makes for a very large deficiency when it comes to emotions, but I suppose I do feel somewhat sorry for what has happened. But with all that was going on...I had to wonder.

There's a distinct chance that my Other was the cause of what was happening so far. Things that were happening shouldn't and people who were gone were coming back...good and evil. I know they've been happening before Keily's heart decided to make one hell of an explosion and causing a rift, but now these ressurections are becoming much more frequent and it's worrying me. Why?

It's upsetting the balance of all things. People just don't come back from the dead--and if they do, they usually come back as zombies or vampires--unless something in the universal balance has been screwed over.

Well, I can't mull on it forever or my brain might explode. For now, I'll rest and then I can unravel the series of mysteries surrounding Kenya, Rose and Keily's little band of friends.