I still find it awfully strange, being back. Especially now that I am no longer a Reeve. Everything just feels… lost, without serving a greater purpose. I much enjoy the Physicians, that much is for certain. The medicine, the saving lives… it is all wonderful. However, I feel detached from what goes on throughout the city, and lost without the scales of justice upon my back.

Saving lives is different from serving them, I suppose. I have always taken medicine as a way to balance out the scales of my soul. For some reason, it eases the sting of death, knowing that, just as you take, you can also give. But without the taking, for some strange reason, I also feel lost. Without the purpose, without all the training and survival, the bloodshed and drive, I feel alone.

I cannot go back though. Not without good reason. It’s too hard, going from leader to watching their struggles from a backseat. I must let Max take his turn. But… I suppose I shall still be here. If the city needs me once more.