Selub

I can write what I wish in this. It’s going to be just a transcript in the end anyway so...my ass is sore. Master and I have been sitting outside the tent for hours. They make us wait to remind us of our place. As if I could forget with this collar just too tight around my neck always rubbing me raw. Master can’t forget rank, he can’t forget anything. Master doesn’t care as much for rank though. I suspect many of the soldiers fear and loath him. However they also show him great respect. As they should. But I guess by that token we should show even greater respect for the Caesar and Phobos. But I have lost my respect fo