The Grand Adventures of Watanuki, logbook entry 043 [private :: moderately hackable]
A letter. He sent me a letter. Months gone! No explanations! No word! And then he sends a letter.
Well. It was nice of him to explain, I suppose. A few months late, of course! But what else could I expect from an idiot like him, after all? It's amazing he managed to do it at all! Nice of him to apologize, too. I wonder if he sent a letter to everyone on the Winding Way? Or am I going to have to apologize to them for him, too?
Might be for the best if I did. His handwriting's terrible, anyway. I can't read half of this. Hasn't the idiot heard of drafts? Or rewriting? Or not scribbling things out? Probably not, I'm sure he's off living in some horrible squalid faraway place with violent people and terrible food and no decent ink. I bet he misses getting fed every day! I bet he misses homemade food whenever he chooses to barge into the kitchen!
And what's this about owing me? The idiot doesn't understand anything! Why would he think he owed me anything? Has he been carrying that around all this time? What does it even matter when he's off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what with-- no!! He doesn't get it! I saw it, I know what it was capable of, I couldn't have-- the idiot!!
Well. It's not like I have to write back or anything. In fact, this is probably a good thing. He apologized. He's not dead. He's controlling that thing. He's not coming back, but he's fine. That's all I need to know. I can throw the letter away, or give it to somebody else who cares what he's doing.
...Like I'd break that stupid promise before I get a chance to give him a piece of my mind, anyway.
Well. It was nice of him to explain, I suppose. A few months late, of course! But what else could I expect from an idiot like him, after all? It's amazing he managed to do it at all! Nice of him to apologize, too. I wonder if he sent a letter to everyone on the Winding Way? Or am I going to have to apologize to them for him, too?
Might be for the best if I did. His handwriting's terrible, anyway. I can't read half of this. Hasn't the idiot heard of drafts? Or rewriting? Or not scribbling things out? Probably not, I'm sure he's off living in some horrible squalid faraway place with violent people and terrible food and no decent ink. I bet he misses getting fed every day! I bet he misses homemade food whenever he chooses to barge into the kitchen!
And what's this about owing me? The idiot doesn't understand anything! Why would he think he owed me anything? Has he been carrying that around all this time? What does it even matter when he's off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what with-- no!! He doesn't get it! I saw it, I know what it was capable of, I couldn't have-- the idiot!!
Well. It's not like I have to write back or anything. In fact, this is probably a good thing. He apologized. He's not dead. He's controlling that thing. He's not coming back, but he's fine. That's all I need to know. I can throw the letter away, or give it to somebody else who cares what he's doing.
...Like I'd break that stupid promise before I get a chance to give him a piece of my mind, anyway.