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[he doesn't bother with any false cheer this time, or an attempt at any other personable inflection. He leaves it to fall at its natural hollow monotone, speaking somewhere near the journal but not directly to it. It's monologue time.]
The new year--a time for reflection and promises... and comically well-timed, it seems. At least, now I think I understand their game. Bending my personality, my body, my mind nearly to oblivion... I almost have to admire their destructive skill.
I have to admit that they nearly succeeded. Trapped so far away from anything meaningful, they nearly manipulated me into forgetting myself, my purpose. But my head is clear now. I remember, and I am making a resolution to never let that slip happen again. I vow to redouble my efforts.
I will not fail.
[and, with that, he heads out into town, following a certain mental fingerprint. He's looking for you, little Vash, and keeping an eye out for a certain scruffy dark-haired boy as well]
((ooc: feel free to answer over the journal, or bump into him in town before he finds Vash, if you wish))
The new year--a time for reflection and promises... and comically well-timed, it seems. At least, now I think I understand their game. Bending my personality, my body, my mind nearly to oblivion... I almost have to admire their destructive skill.
I have to admit that they nearly succeeded. Trapped so far away from anything meaningful, they nearly manipulated me into forgetting myself, my purpose. But my head is clear now. I remember, and I am making a resolution to never let that slip happen again. I vow to redouble my efforts.
I will not fail.
[and, with that, he heads out into town, following a certain mental fingerprint. He's looking for you, little Vash, and keeping an eye out for a certain scruffy dark-haired boy as well]
((ooc: feel free to answer over the journal, or bump into him in town before he finds Vash, if you wish))