House Gilkara; The Great Filter

The advisor wipes blood from Anoa's eyes and nose. She sits quietly in the dark room and logs: Two weeks into this run. Food is still being tubed and blood work has been processed to fight the excessive iron loss. There is wonder whether our Protector will give her life for this endeavor. I wonder whether we all will. I have excluded myself from updates in order to focus my attention to her care. I can only join her for short, maybe ten minute, segments. I will report the shadow. I cannot see it. I cannot communicate with it. She does. I believe it responds. I believe her brain may be forcing objects from her past into her reality. It is impossible to see the effects of her efforts due to the overwhelming chaos of our situation. So I wait. I sit here performing my duty. I ask for forgiveness, but please tell my family I love them and miss them. I hope to come home. Still, it is clear that the efforts that our rulers will go to is at least equal the efforts we make to support them.