Why must I always end up surrounded by idiots?

On another note, nice job to whoever dropped a gigantic rock into the center of this part of the city. Might I ask that the next time - and I hope there is a next time - you aim for the lot of unintelligent savages that live here? You missed most of them.

I should have stayed on Gaia.

Some things never change.

Axel, I want to have a word with you.

scent... warm blood...

flesh...

... prey...

It's been explained to me that there is a festival known as Halloween approaching, and that the only way to fully celebrate it is to don a costume. While I am not adverse to this, for we had many festivals in Hollow Bastion, I do object to the choice of costume that has been picked out for me.

I am not a werewolf, Sol.

What in the name of Oblivion is going on?

What is it about humanity that makes it susceptible to doing stupid things?

Somehow I've managed to escape whatever seems to be afflicting everyone else. Perhaps that is because Sol was stupid enough for the both of us.

I have arrived here in Vertere at what I can plainly see is a bad time. Maybe I ought to come back later.

I've finally found a place for myself. I hadn't thought such a thing existed, after what happened. But I have found it. There are so few people, just an endless expanse of wilderness where there are no lights at night but those of the stars and the moon.

I will not be returning to the World That Never Was.

At last, I am free.

He's gone.

I am gone for a week and I come back to this...

Xigbar, I want to speak with you. Now.

I am home.

My time in Macalania has reached its conclusion. Ky has returned to normal, though he appears to be suffering from an injury that I cannot comprehend. In light of this, Sol has withdrawn and has gone off to find solace at "the bottom of a bottle." I cannot understand this either.

The moon is full tonight. It has been too long since I have bathed in its light. I can put it off no longer.

( Private//Unhackable )

I quit.

How I find myself in these situations, I cannot fathom. I almost miss the days of goading Sora into fighting Heartless. At least that made sense.

While I'm recording my thoughts for the masses to read (why we do this, I don't know) I would like to take this opportunity to quite clearly point out that I am not in any way attempting to steal Ky Kiske away from you, Sol Badguy. Therefore, stop threatening to "break my face." I have heard it enough times in the span of half an hour that it has grown tiresome.

This is getting very old.

If I ever find out who nominated me to be the Organization's janitor...

Unless something more interesting presents itself, I shall return shortly.

As my return to activity within the Castle quickly approaches, I thought it in the best interest of all involved to offer a bit of forewarning in an effort to avoid unpleasant situations.

- Anyone calling me Fuzz, dog, or some other canine derivative will be stabbed. Repeatedly.

- Anyone making stupid comments regarding the scar encircling my neck will be stabbed. Repeatedly.

- Anyone asking me to speak up in a flippant and/or mocking manner will be stabbed. Repeatedly.

I trust my meaning is clear.

Because I imagine that news of my continued existence will come as a disappointment to some of you, I have decided to be charitable and spread the misery around. As an acquaintance of mine is fond of saying, caring is sharing. You may now all pretend that I care.

While I despair of missing the fun, I shall not be returning to the Castle at any time in the foreseeable future. This is not due to any conscious decision of mine, but rather the result of a particularly hard knock to the head that has disoriented me enough so that I can no longer access my powers. Next time I decide to scale the face of a cliff, I shall remember that portals are preferable to physical exertion, at least in those cases when I am not confident in my ability to prevent slips and falls.

I shall also endeavor to keep a communication device on me at all times. Being lost in the jungle has the considerable downside of lacking proper technology. Fortunately, I found a small city that has heard of such inventions as running water and electricity. There I acquired this device. Unfortunately, the battery life is approximately 4 hours, at which point I shall need to cross a river and another stretch of jungle to find a shop that can replace the power source.

Do not expect frequent updates to my process through this place. If you are curious, simply imagine me battling the odd array of large cats, wild boars, the occasional poisonous snake, and the local spider that is larger than I am.

What value have expressions of apology when there is no true emotion behind them? Does it change if the words are backed by fragments of faded memories?

In the end, I suppose it hardly matters.

I cannot stand idly by and do nothing. I will not.

If the price of disobedience is banishment, so be it. If it is death, I shall not resist. I am beginning to learn that some things are more important.


( Private to Roxas )

I have returned to the Castle.

And now we wait.

I do not like this.

I must leave the Castle for a short time.

When I return, I expect to find it in its present state of order. I spent a great deal of time making sure that it is fit for Xehanort's arrival and I will not tolerate anything less than its current perfection.

Do I make myself understood?