( Private to the Gods. )

Mystearica, my sister, your assistance does not go without thanks. I should be in good health within some time. Ironic that my aid would come by the hands of someone who had previously attempted to assassinate me. Luke, I suppose I should extend my gratitude to you as well. Unexpected that you would still invest the concern to bring my physical condition to attention. Then again, I shouldn’t doubt the endearment of student that has yet to abandon calling me “Master,” should I?

Tags: gods, luke, tear

Unfortunate. I’ve contracted a mortal wound from that onslaught of explosives the previous night. Had I been able to exercise the support capabilities of the seventh fonon, I could have been able to defend myself. A questionable judgment of the Gods to restrict my powers only to relay that privilege in the hands of someone far less deserving. Lacking the medical assistance necessary, I don’t imagine that I’ll last much longer on foot. An inconvenience at most. I understand that in this place a second chance comes at the toll of a memory.

My appeal has thus far gone unanswered. I grow weary of this place. Such indolent Gods have no position to judge the sins of others. Fate has no place being dictated by those who manage it so poorly. No, Such Gods are not deserving of their titles. I cannot accept this unfounded condemnation that they’ve seen fit to burden me with. A misjudgment, surely.

Even still, these shameful Gods see it fit to supply me with a party invitation? Foolishness.

This place.. Have I awakened to a world destroyed by the Score? Or is this merely some twisted dream.. some distortion of reality? -- No. This is not the world that I know. So far the streets have been devoid of human contact. The air is damp and shrouded by darkness. Poor conditions for living. I can discern no sky from where I'm standing. Hmm. I can only guess this is some kind of Qliphoth.

Logging devices are still intact from the dawn age. I suppose for now this is my only source to turn to. I'll be recording my travels here for future reference.

Current Mood: calculative