The last of the people left the training grounds today. There was a minor celebration, but it was nothing spectacular. Afterward, I got to work setting up the teaching devices all over the building, with this I will no longer have to directly oversee it whenever someone wants to come here to learn plant manipulation, though it will not be quite as effective as when I am personally overseeing things.

I’ve been feeling a growing sense of pride the last couple days, and it isn’t coming from myself. The people are proud of something, or at least a large chunk of them are. And I have a pretty good idea as to what. You don’t learn an entire skillset in less than a month without some kind of pride.

As far as the bombings go, there has been some development but I have not yet been informed what that development is.

Other than that I spent my downtime hanging out with Tiddol in her workshop. We talked and bantered while I made plants to a much more exact specification than Tiddol would normally be capable of. She still struggles with her words, it still takes her a long time to think of what to say but it isn’t nearly as bad as it was at first. Apparently, a large part of that is due to changing the way she creates noise being better. She’s also a lot better at telepathy, though she still needs Lace to actually do it, something about the way she thinks now just finds it easier to use. It’s odd, but comforting to hear her thoughts like that. It’s also impressive how well she was using Lace, I can tell she’s been practicing, probably since she figured that she can use Lace like that.

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Emotionally she’s doing really well, she’s happier and it isn’t just superficial. She’s still angry and mourning, but she isn’t just angry and mourning. I’m not really sure how to judge her physical health, but half the time I see her she is splayed open and fiddling around with her insides, so probably not perfect. Her actual flesh could definitely be doing better, but she is also undead so it should be fine. Also, I’m not entirely convinced that her body is holding her soul to this life at all in the first place, something else seems to be acting as a net and keeping her here. Which is interesting, but I’m not about to poke around my best friend’s soul without permission, and I’m definitely not going to do so when one wrong move might make her enter the cycle of reincarnation. So the mystery will remain unsolved for now.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.