[He knew immediately that his powers had been cut. Flight, reality warping, even things as simple as ascension and mental blocks - gone. He had been searching through the journal to see if this was just him. Every page ended up being a pretty sore disappointment.]
... Tch. I don't like this.
[... he hadn't meant to say that. Expressing discomfort is weakness (unless khaki really does look painful on someone else, ew). No. He tries closing the journal.]
What. Stop that.
[...]
Of course the castle would inflict this on me someday.
[[ooc:
loss start! also, as an addendum, he cannot filter unless someone else filters the conversation first, and he can't end a conversation unless the other person closes the journal. 8D]]