Day 61
The world is moving at such a swift pace. I am here, in Gongaga. Tseng. A lot of people have died. And yet still, people return. Or perhaps. Should it be people return, and death follows?
...I need to leave shortly. I feel a little parched.
Yuffie,
Lucrecia Crescent will be in touch.
Save the threadbare cushion for me... though, you will steal it anyway no doubt.
Shalua... is she-?
Cloud,
Things have been pretty hectic.
...it's been a long time since we spoke.
How are things?