The ghost train came, but I didn't get on it. It feels wrong, a violation of something, more than simply time compression; what's dead is gone, that's how it is. They didn't want me to go to the Tower with them, and the father followed the son...
Enough of this. Cid, stay in on place. I'm coming.
The lighthouse has been quiet, I've been listening on the headset with Cid all night. It's tiring, though, getting it to run--he knows the technology, but I have to spark it up. I miss not having to really Draw
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