IF YOU STILL HAVE THIS JOURNAL FRIENDED FROM template_rpg I STRONGLY URGE YOU TO DEFRIEND. Or not, you know, if you like having random posts on your flist. Because. I might be reusing this.
[Have Endrance, standing by the river with a distant, yet serious expression. He's not exactly sure what's going through his own mind right now, watching the setting sun as though he's entranced by it.]
Why does it feel... As though I'm missing something? We are all so prone to forgetfulness. We lose our sense of self... Our own thoughts and desires...
Can any of you... recall the last time you had something to care about...?
[Endrance is sitting on the ground, looking surprisingly unconcerned with dirtying his clothes or anything. Blinks a few times, seeming disoriented, and then holds his head.]