CXXXVIII.
[he sounds quiet, and things are being moved around. Unpacking. Talking to himself, as usual. He picks up the journal]
Now that I'm done traveling, guess I don't really need this thing anymore, right?
Still a bit hard to believe... [he laughs a bit] Under my nose the whole time, and I just ignored it.
[he sounds genuinely happy]
But home is home, right? Might as well make something out of it.
[he pauses, thinking...]
...a family again. Wouldn't that be nice? I never minded being alone, but it can't go on forever...
[he laughs again]
I'm talking too much.
[he gets embarrassed and filters this to private, before shutting the journal and packing it in another box]
[[OOC: this was public while he was saying it, but he quickly filtered when he finished. He won't reply, but you're welcome to react if you feel so inclined. 8) ]]