|This article is about the journal entry. For the character, see Anne Marie.|
I spoke to a little girl, said her name was Anne Marie. She looks... strange. Her dress had embers coming off of it although she didn't seem to mind, This is certainly not a place for a child but she didn't seem at all worried or scared. Honestly, she simply behaved like a child: playful and innocent. I kept my guard up when talking to her, but it was a breath of fresh air even if I can't really trust her.
I never had children of my own. Not because I dislike children, but rather because I've always feared bringing a child into this world. I've seen the worst in humanity and what scares me the most about it is how it has affected me as a person. Could somebody like me even be a good father? Of course, I never... well, let's just leave it at that.