I'm not sure how to hold her, to be honest. She's so thin and fragile that I'm afraid I'll snap her like a twig, even though I don't have the strength to do that anymore. But worse than being afraid that I'm too strong to hold her is being afraid that I'm not strong enough to hold her together. I'm afraid that she's going to break under the pressure and that I'm not strong enough to help her keep everything together. She acts fine when she's talking to you guys, but she's crushing herself under the weight of the world's problems and neglecting her own.
Tomorrow's fight will be my first fight as a human in over forty years. I still haven't gotten used to my body but I can hardly just sit here and let Ava and Tony go in on their own. I can't just sit back and do nothing. I have to help. I can't fail Ava like I've failed so many others. I have to be here for her. She's been bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders for too long. It's my turn to be Atlas.
I've just carved an inscription into the tree we're sleeping under.
"Avalesca et Reach
+ Spes Pro Reliquo +
My Latin may be a tad rusty but I think I conjugated and declined everything properly. I'd better sleep. A long day tomorrow. An early start.