We've left the hospital. It's a nice change, but I don't expect Hana to stay out of trouble for very long. They'll probably be too late this time.

Oh well. It doesn't matter much to me anymore.

The makeshift medical facility they've set up is very nice. It is underground. The rooms are lit with luminous fungus. I wonder how it would taste.

Hopefully we will not be here long. Despite its sophistication, it is very dull, as all hospitals are. Hana doesn't like it either. The staff don't have much to worry about though. He never makes it to the door.

Oh. Hana has communicated with the Nexus. I did not expect that.

Please do not pay any attention to him. He is at least somewhat delirious by now.

By way of the Nexus, I now have a daemon. Its name is Kojiki.

It is an oviraptor. I showed it to Hana. He didn't like it very much and seemed rather scared, but I am sure he will warm up to it soon. Kojiki cannot walk on top of the lake as I can, but it is quite agile and has no problem following me on the rocks.

The entire idea makes no sense, as a daemon is part of one's soul, and I am part of a soul on my own. It is the daemon of a daemon. Very strange.

This has gone on for quite some time. It is the product of a conflict between his sense of duty to keep others alive and his own lack of a will to stay alive himself. It is no longer simply unattractive and inconvenient but actually dangerous. When one cannot get through the day without fainting from weakness and hitting their head on something, the problem can no longer be ignored.

 The lack of concern that others have shown is astonishing. Perhaps I am simply asking for advice the wrong way, because I haven't gotten anything useful. I cannot afford to be patient or experimental. I need something that works right now. With every day that passes it will be harder to get him back to where he was, if that's even possible anymore

Hana is very sick. He does not eat or sleep. I do not know why he insists on keeping himself in such poor condition but he does it anyway. He must not die. I will not let him.

But I do not know what to do.

 I got rid of the butterflies. Honestly, I cannot imagine where they came from, but they are gone now. If they show up again, I will get rid of them again. The denizens of the Nexus seemed to enjoy them, so I will take them there.

This is rather late, but I should mention that I met an alternate Hana there. 

Of course, contact with him is not the same as contact with my own. It will do for now. At any rate, he seems more lively than my own. Healthier, certainly, but that is not a difficult thing to achieve.

It is wonderful to have more people to talk to. There is the possibility that leaving my inner realm leaves the weapon I possess useless, but it is used so infrequently that I doubt it even matters.

Oho. Seem's Hisa's journal is active again. For a little while, anyway.