Dzhan
Coda is… tolerable. He’s been crankier than ever, not to mention his mood swings, but it’s like for the first time in my life there’s someone in the same boat as me, someone who gets it - the lurking madness, the aggression you always have to keep in check, the intrusive thoughts.
He’s been dealing with it for just a week or so and he already seems better at it than I will ever be. He’s even reading books about it. Like the one he’s got on his desk right now, his nose buried deep into it, some old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses constantly sliding down his nose to the point I am sure he’s wearing them to look cool, not because he needs them. Well, he can’t need them anymore, he’s like me now. We are a pack. The only thing we miss is our own private witch to guide us. Eh well, she do
