Therapy Log, Day Two

~translated from the Castillian~

I have been given hope today.

Doctor Samson, working with the others here, have rigged a system that combines a power-dampening collar with some other things I don't understand that will let them monitor my emotional states 24/7. Some sort of brain-scan system, wired into the collar.

And, if I cooperate, they'll let me move back into my old room, although I am not permitted a lock upon my door. If I do not cooperate, then I go back into the Box.

I told them that I would cooperate as much as was needed. The Box doesn't have a proper shower, and I _stink_ right now.

Of course, the rest of the session didn't go as well. I just don't KNOW what other people feel without my power. I don't! Without the colors, none of it is real anyway. So is there really a point?

Oh, and before I forget - my three emotions.

One: Amanda via Shinobi: I am so very, very happy. I just hope he is not lying to me because he actually does hate me.
Two: Shiro and fencing: Anticpation, and a little frustration.
Three: Lorna: I am confused still. I don't see that what I did is wrong. It wasn't wrong.

~translated from the Castillian~

Manuel