[Private//Unhackable]
Things are not okay. I guess I might as well admit that. The Scarab suggested nuking an entire city block just because we got ambushed by a scary jack-in-the box. It doesn't care about killing anyone anymore, it doesn't talk about being a hero, it doesn't make snarky comments. It's like it was in the beginning, or maybe even worse. I have things under control, but...I did not need to lose another friend, not after--
I should talk to someone about anything. I mean, no one's going to pry my problems out of me. I guess that's the problem. Because I'm not actually going to talk to anyone.
[Public]
Never before have I been so glad I never got into the habit of collecting action figures or anything. Let me know if you need any help, anyone.