Oh Charles. 
“You’ll like Canada. Lots of deserters.”
“Stayed behind? But you never leave a… Well, I guess we do. We do that now.”
“I thought you said you were gonna die.”
“And now, someday, I will.” 
Illiria is talking and I think it is supposed to sound profound, but it actually sounds bitter.
Now she’s stuck with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called her a smurf. 
OK, I have to go to bed now. I should be good for next week though
Night all.
The ending has begun. Night guys.
Can you blame it? I mean, to go from the supreme god of demonkind to a little blue girl? That’s gotta hurt.
Good night!