[Locked to Brando, Des, and (grudgingly) Luke]

I can't do this.

I'm scared out of my fucking mind and I just... I don't know what to do.

Brando, I'm really sorry, but I can't stay.  I'll keep my journal, but I just...

I'm scared, okay?  Things are going... I don't know.  Wrong, maybe.  Or not wrong, but...

I shouldn't be feeling this.  It's too risky and I promised I never would.  So I'm gone, alright?

Don't worry about me - I'll be fine.  As fine as I ever am, anyway.