22 [Audio//Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired and absolutely miserable right now.]

Find a gun, come to my room, put it against my head, and pull the trigger. I'd apprecia-[Hang on, he's emptying out his stomach again.]

Appreciate it.