I think I have found a crack to slip between that leads to my own world. I’ve been there and back a few times, just to test. I wouldn’t leave without my master.

I have not been keeping a terribly watchful eye on my master. I trust the others to take care of them.

. . .

I haven’t been feeling well these days. I’ve been failing to find the energy to trail my master and keep him safe.

…

. . .

I’m a failure.

No one is allowed to move the ashes. I won’t allow it.

Why one earth are they all so opposed to my self-sacrifice?

I think I fell asleep…? I wasn’t able to split myself any further. I failed.

I do hope nothing has happened while I was gone.

Being a dog is not so bad. I hardly notice it. Haha, it’s almost as if I were never human at all.

I’ve almost got it… I think. Why does it take so much effort to be seen?

I followed faithfully, as any good servant should.

Yet I wonder if I should have…? I am not needed here, and it is evident that my future is for naught.

My master does not need me. He hates me.

What good is a dog that cannot perform its tricks?