I suppose it makes a little sense to keep these things.

[lady_azula]

I'm not sure how much time has transpired since I've been here. It feels too long, in my opinion. But now I feel a little dedicated, if only for certain things, promises I made to myself before I go back to my world. You all know that feeling, perhaps, if not you should. There was a time you remembered that you were a part of a world that required your existence: isn't that why you're here now? I have not forgotten my purpose: rather, I've perfected it after all this time.

Not that I have not been thrown a curve ball here. That has happened to you to in Econtra: you made "friends," or, god forbid, real relationships, only to have that person ripped from you. What is funny is your amusing reactions, as if you are alone in your ordeal: you are not. It has happened again and again here. If you are strong, apparently, you can act more immature than the rest: and if you are strong, apparently, you must be feared.

I could not find this place more pathetic than to hear of a powerful being affected by the loss of a person. Do you think we all do not have power, that we would not ourselves attack the compound if only to strike at our anguish? It will not satisfy you. I say again: it will NOT satisfy you. You endure, you live, you walk on. More importantly, considering the omen above us, you persevere.

Elena. Our next meeting will be in the park at night. Be ready.