<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair heard Cygnus come into the cabin, eyeing him wearily, but he hadn't really thought about the consequences of what he'd done. He couldn't pick up on Cygnus' mood either when asked why he put what he did down on the parchment paper. He looked like he could go either way, and of course Altair wouldn't admit his real reason; hoping someone killed Cygnus and found the book. They wouldn't really know who Altair was. He didn't sign his name, but they would know what a sick human being Cygnus happened to be. And that was enough for Altair. <br/>
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“I am a Dusanian traveling across vast oceans. I thought it worthwhile to document my perspective. If is of no consequence to you, you should have no issue with it written. At least when I'm gone you'll have a reminder of our experiences together.” Altair had stared at it for a long time. Printed like that made it all the more real, but at the same time, it helped Altair to come to terms with what all had been done. He allowed himself his moment of pity, and when he turned the page he moved on to more pleasant things, like the foods and harvests of Dusan. <br/>
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“You said not to put falsehoods in this book. Every single word I've put in this book is true.” It was written like a medical journal, not even full sentences. Just a list of all the things that had happened, in the order that Altair remembered, with the injuries that resulted. He didn't have the background information to know how grave a mistake he had made, or why Cygnus would be so angry over it. Even his wish was unlikely to ever occur. Altair was just trying to cope, and even through all of his mistreatment, he'd refrained from physically lashing out at Cygnus, nor had he found and destroyed important documentation in the cabin. Altair had treated the book well, keeping his script neat, and provided a wealth of information on his culture and what he knew of Ellania. <br/>
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He had set everything down and was staring as Cygnus, obviously not expecting another punishment. They were so close. He doubted Cygnus would bruise him further when he needed to make some coin off of him. He supposed there was still the idea that Cygnus would keep him locked away, to hide him elsewhere, but he doubted that. Even if he hid him away, there was still the possibility of the crew talking, especially since he'd obviously left and impression on them with the death of one of their mates. If Altair stayed, he was resolved to spooking them further. <br/>
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“My goddess must have compelled me,” Altair finished with his explanation, looking away as if that was enough. As if Cygnus wasn't silently stewing. Altair was still laying on his stomach, the only position that gave him any sort of relief. He'd napped while Cygnus had been away, and the food had made him feel a little less lethargic, but the pain refused to let up, especially after Cygnus had fucked him on his back.</span></span>