It is as I feared: the blood has turned. I do not know where it is from, I do not know how I've gone so long without being affected, but that does not matter now.

Malasanguish.

Incredible bouts of pain rack my body. It is as if every part of me is on fire, only worse. The Tunnel fires were child's play in comparison.

Exhaustion. With how suddenly the illness came to be, I was even more surprised by the complete sapping of energy. I have hardly enough to even write this down; I expended so much energy just walking from the guildhall to the Dundee Inn, where I reside at the moment. Meditation helps, of course, as it requires being completely still and lowers my heart rate.

I've noticed that things I could do before, even simple tasks like rolling a coin across my fingers, are near impossible...

I've never feared the Final Death. With it mere breaths away, I cannot help but dwell on it...

When will relief come? I couldn't even begin to know...