So I'm going through 358/2 and looking through translations and stuff (when I can find them pertaining the britfag, yes I know he's not your precious Akuseru~*~*~*~ so no one cares to translate anything he says .__.) and decided to take some notes. Maybe spoilers?

( Because I'm a nerd who notices these things \o/ )

uuuuuuum, I'll add more when I think of them. :o

Everything happens.

schuldig

badou

I doubt I will ever find it in me to miss this facility, nor anyone inside it. The notion that they will not miss me brings a sense of

relief.

There is nothing and no one to hold me back. One more week would not hurt though, I suppose.

ruse rouse ruse rouse ruse rouse rose rude ruse rose rouse how could I make such a simple mistake, that just isn't possible

Perhaps one more day would be wiser.

Somethings are simply not worth my time.

And when something is not worth my time, I've no need for them any longer.

There's something strangely therapeutic about the idea of blood on my hands.

That girl is a bane, a thorn in my side. 'Tis little hope that she'll abide by my rules and I find myself running out of patience. I won't let her corrupt Naminé won't let that wretch take her away from me she's all I hav. She'll pay dearly before she does.

If all else fails, Time can always erase the dear princess' hand.

'tis been a while since I've actually written in a journal for its true purpose, no? I've always been told writing one's thoughts away was healthy for the mind, but that never seemed to help poor Rould out, did it? As far as we're concerned, the unfortunate man is finished now, yes? Sadly. His song is over, leaving me behind in this damned asylum to sing his dying notes in repetition.

But that is not the reason I write in you, o' dearest journal.

As dear II cannot be bothered and I've little trust to the one called Noah, I find myself in a quandary where to put this thought. More and more, this question bores down on me, and though I've not the heart to understand true hurt such a question has succeeded in making this Nobody weary in what little spirit is left for him to keep.

I ask the validity of leaving these walls.

II's correct in his words, barbed as they were. There are three options I have, none seeming pleasant in the least - escape and fade into the Nothingness, die and fade into the Nothingness, or…

if I cast the die in my favor, if I merely roll with Fate, with what I've been handed

In their lies, they offer life. Nobodies are inherently selfish by nature, without the power to think of anything but of themselves. Could they- could they truly blame one for staying behind for such a sweet promise? For choosing life as I've no other choice? Could they ever blame a man for choosing happiness, no matter how shallow and vapid, as an alternative to the Nothingness that awaits otherwise?

They can. And most likely they will. But right now, Daniel Rould does not seem like such a horrible third option.

-Night V

XII claims to have no particular memory of the incident at Oblivion, though the truth in her words can be debated. VIII is still an ass. XII has apparently made the staff's job hell, which could be expected from her. Claims she last remembers it being one day before the Keyblade Bearer reached the castle. Also states she did not know the Keyblade Bearer was a child. VIII informed her of the others' deaths to the hands of the boy and his friend.

Where is II? M2

Why are the others not here?

Naminé

I do think I am a bit angered, now.

Your Boston General is not going to protect you, Mister Stegman.

To the Head of Staff -

While I normally would refrain from such meanings of communication--as speaking in person seems to get much more done--, it seems that the ordered help in this facility is less than interested in what I have to say. I would suggest that they fix this issue, unless of course if they wish to have a spade to the face.

Now, I cannot say I appreciate how the people here have been treating me, nor do I enjoy the constant accusations of me being "unfortunately delusional," as a certain insolent wench of a nurse has called it. If the associates in your facility do not refrain from calling me such negative terms, I will have to take matters into my own hands.

I do not imagine myself staying here for long, but I do expect the appropriate deference and acknowledgment that should be held for a member of Organization Thirteen. Anything less will not be heard of.

- Luxord

And another thing: If one more person calls me by Daniel Rould, I do promise that they shall feel my ire. That is all.