( Private to Selphie )

I've failed every single woman that comes into my life. First Rachel... then Selphie...

I'm a failure.

If I really wanted to be threatened with a pipe wrench, I'd be more than happy to break into your beloved castle through the sewers if you'd like Your Majesty. Really, to think of all the wonderful little trinkets you've got stashed away in the Figaro vault. Why, it brings a happy little tear to my eye in memory of the occasion.

See, I'm not just living at Sabin's place right now. I'm living in a gymnasium. I swear, he never cleans up. When the smell of sweaty socks permeates through everything, you've really got a problem here.

( Private//Protected by Miasma 3.0 )

Well hey, hopefully today will be better on the network than the past few have been. Come on now guys, buck up!

What are these whisperings of stoic young lady with a sword gracing this town with her presence?

I guess I'll just have to be a good little boy for a bit. But for now... I bet this bauble I appropriated from a hobo will fetch a nice little price. The clothes though... well... they need to be burnt.

As for this Gala... I think I'll go.

Well... this was not exactly the play I wanted to return to but... I have to make amends...

In the mean time... I'm going to lay low.