The events in this journal entry take place some time following the events of "Amorphophallus Titanium" and Arkadius returning home from this adventure.
For a brief second, it felt like a portal opened up in his chest, and took away all his insides. “Is that… who and what I think it is?”, was all he managed to say, followed by Mathew asking "I need privacy and a few things, can I use your office?”, before a solitary tear made its way down his cheek, closely followed by a near-constant stream. It took a few seconds before he half-composed himself and he nodded silently. It was the first proper loss he had felt in many, many years, and it stung bitterly.
He cleared his throat, and turned to the staff behind the counters. “Folks… I'closing the office for two days, please get word to the delivery team and put the word out amongst the citizens of Port Ffirst. Undoubtedly, they will hear of the reason why soon enough. You may all go home, and you will be fully paid for the time. Just… be with your families, and appreciate the time you have with them.”
Arkadius quickly led Mathew back into the private area which housed his office, brushing away everything from atop his desk onto the floor with one sweep of his wing, his papers, books and writing implements clattering away noisily onto the floor.
Ida quietly made her way into the room, appearing in her cat form which she felt most comfortable being in when at home in the office and Port Ffirst. She walked by Arkadius’ foot, rubbing against his shin for a moment letting him know she was there, before sitting stone-dead still next to him.
“We will leave you be, me and Ida. But before you even dare think about riding off into the sunset again, I would like to… Know what happened. An explanation, if you will deign to enlighten me. Do you need anything, before I go?”
[Time passes. See the rest of the action here.]
Arkadius moved over to his friend’s side, placing a hand on Matthew's shoulder. Ida, Arkadius’ cat familiar, joined him too, rubbing up against Mathew in an attempt to soothe him. “I'm sorry, Mathew. Gegrun was an amazing guy, and… He will be missed. And we should heed his words. Be nice...”