[ BLAH BLAH written in not magical journal. ] It has been four months. Four months and I am no closer to the answers I seek, if anything I have gotten further away shackled with more questions than I had before, it is never ending. It is infuriating.
[ after a moment of silence he begins sketching, the rest of the page taken up with a sketch of
Ezio Auditore da Firenze, once he is done there is a long pause before he begins to write again. ]
Who is this man? Why does his face resemble mine? How is his family connected to the Order? I have no answers, only theories, none of which I could confirm before Paradisa returned him to his home, to whatever mission possessed him. [ there is a short pause in the writing. ] It was not a complete loss, I was able to glimpse at my own future; writings of my own hand... it was an interesting experience.
If my theories are true then... [ another pause. ] I would rather not think on it, not now.
[ another long pause in the writing and suddenly he begins sketching everyone's favorite
mama dragon on another page, underneath the sketch there are a few lines of arabic which kiku will add later. ]