February 6, 3288 There was no sleep today at all. — A hostage. Some mercenary. Kilaryia. Our mind swims. We try to aid, only to sleep by mistake. February 7, 3288 We speak to the yellow one of Haven, then of nausea, then of metal in the blood. They have no education, but are curious. I am happy to provide. It is a joy to tell of the mechanisms of the world. In turn, I learn of the mechanisms of their flesh. There is venom filtered from blood, either waste or true toxin. Placed in venom sacs, and injected through teeth. Inside are organs like human, suggesting genetic source. There is metal, too; intricate wires, purpose unknown but malicious. I know of flesh, but I do not know of metal. Regardless, I do what I can, and I will learn along the way. — Kilariya asked Xander to kill us. We have evidence. Xander has provided it to us, doubtful of morality. I am unsettled. Not shocked, unsettled. I never thought highly of Kilariya, but I did not expect for her to sink to this depth. 30,000. That was the price of our life. — We have told Renaize. They are outraged. None can defend this action. Kilariya is exiled. Good riddance. I am still staying off world. February 8, 3288 Abdul wishes to survey the hive with us. I need arrangement that does not put myself in danger. February 9, 3288 Election day of Renaize. Council is born anew. I win through near-landslide, 87% of vote. Still I am confused at such popularity. Are my ideas so strong that they outshine all else? I feel confidence. It is shameful Noel did not follow. The council will soon dissolve, and Renaize will be true anarchy. Today is a good day. I have done well. We deserve rest. We will enter our nest today, and enjoy true sleep for the first time in many weeks.