Silence...

Trig... This entry's locked just to you. I don't really feel the need to have everyone reading it. I don't want to be part of the problem. I don't ever want you to feel like I'm part of the problem. I don't like seeing you so worn out by Ansible, and I don't know what to do - there's nothing I really can do, I suppose; I don't have the kind of power I have over Zia and moo administration everywhere else. And even if I did, tradition is set. And we suffer. I didn't mean to have things blow up about Quinby's trade. I should have told Colin and Storm to lay off you. I knew it was going to happen, and I shouldn't have been whining about it. Zia's timing fucking sucks, and she doesn't seem to realise it. Everything turns up to be one big mess. And you suffer. Trig... I care about you - a lot - and I don't like seeing you hurt. And the last thing I want to do is contribute to that hurt. And for that, for anything I've done that's made things harder on you, I'm so very sorry.