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When the Weak Go Marching In Part 8

The sun eased its way lower in the sky as I faced towards it. I was determined, but it seemed like the book wasn't my core source of determination but rather the satisfaction and sense of completion I’ll receive from Celeste no less. The fake smiles flooded the restaurant as I stood in the store front, of course no one could see me, I’m not human.

I may appear human but realistically I’m not. I’m whatever a Guardian is. Gato and Yuki are Watchers too but they showcase human traits more so then I do. Relationships, comedy, hobbies, hatred, embarrassment, dreams. Yuki may give me hobbies to try and humanize me which I fear may be to no avail. What if I never change? I don't think I had thought of that yet, maybe if I don't change that could set me on the wrong path? Maybe Yuki is giving me books to keep me from being a one dimensional bitch type of person. Who knows, but I enjoyed reading and I don't see myself stopping.

I faced the Washington Bridge in the distance and imagined our journey ahead of us, driving to Toronto would crush the difficulty that we had in the ghost train. I'm glad Celeste had us go there on second thought, if we hadn't we wouldn't be prepared but...

Before I finished my thought they began to emerge as the orange sky raged on, winds picked up in an almost ghoulish manner. One stood in front looking like a large portion of Macaroni made for a giant on thanksgiving. This thing stared down at me towering over the restaurant. While I was focused on staring at it I neglected to pay attention to the real threat surrounding me. Needless to say I was surrounded by 4 no 6 no 20 Losts. I was careless.

It then became clear to me, the reason I’m here fighting these grotesque amalgamations was simple.

I’m not ready to face what lies ahead, I need to be stronger.