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[Xanth clears his throat. He's a little hesitant to speak into the journal, but...]

S-So, uh. I-I'm-- okay, I'm, s-still here, I... I haven't... g--g-gotten hurt o-or disappeared o-or, uh, a-- a-anything...

S-Sorry. A-About the, uh, q--q-quiet.

[He knows how worrying it can be.]

If-- i-if you need me, I-I, uh, I'll-- b-be at the s... s-stables. W-With the, uh, the-- big b--birds.

[About twenty minutes after the entry is down, Xanth can be found at the stables communing with the chocobos. They look sort of like riding birds he'd known at home, although he's still not sure what these ones eat. Seeds? Meat? Vegetables? We just don't know.]

[This feels kind of familiar, but Xanth can't pinpoint why. Maybe he was just used to tons of people bustling about on the Elegante.]

O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?

...

O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?

A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.

[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.

For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]

Um--

F-For everybody, wh-who has the-- th-the ink s-stuff, it's-- n-not hard to get r-rid off. Y-You just-- i-if you talk i-into your journal, o-or write i-in it, or video-th--thing in it, then... th-then you can wash the-- the ink off. A-And it-- i-it stops spreading.

I-I don't... know what happens... i-if you don't.

[Pause.]

M-Make an-- e-entry, I-I mean.

I--

I-I'm--

I'm not a-a healer, n-not at all, b-but if-- i-if anyone still needs h-help getting to-- s-someone who is, I... I-I'm-- I-I'm not... uh... o-out of-- of action.

[He's got his head in the game, you see.]

Um.

Wh-- which I guess is-- i-is a good time to ask, is-- i-is everyone... b-better?

[Cause man if you still don't have your head in the game, you need some assistance!]

[A recent conversation with Kairi led to her finding a skirt in his nest of clothing on Xanth's bed.

He was using it as a blanket, honest. It had just been so much simpler to bed down in clothes instead of having someone make blankets. But he doesn't want a repeat of this event, so...]

U-Uhm, uh, s-so.

Is-- i-is anyone willing t-to, maybe, m-make me s-some blankets? I-I, uh, I k-kind of-- h-have some m-materials, th-they just... a-aren't... i-in blanket form y-yet.

A-And I, uh, I--I don't know h-how to make b-blankets. I-I can sew, I-I'm not-- n-not entirely useless, I-I just, i-if-- if s-someone could h-help, maybe, that-- that would-- b-be great.

A-And I-- I-I'm not asking for this for-- for free, o-or anything, I-- I-I'll do something i-in return!

[He's just not really sure what, yet.]

A...Again?

[Xanth lets out a hollow, bitter laugh.]

I... n-no, you, you have to be k--kidding. I-I already d--did this. M-My world was... a-already gone. Th--The End took it. K-K'lai, a-and Grams, they... th-they were... already gone.

[He takes in a shuddering breath. His chest tightens, his voice cracks.]

N--Now you say it... it's all g-gone? Unmade? D--Didn't ev--even-- h-happen? How!? I-- I lived that! It-- it can't-- not again--

[There's a small gasp, like a prelude to a sob, but then Xanth slams the book shut.

Xanth takes his record, takes his key, and immediately sets out into the Keep. He's tired, he's so fucking tired, but he has to know if anyone else got snatched into this mess too.]

[The audio clips on to some panicked breathing.]

I-I thought-- I--

Th-this place, it, i-it's su--s-supposed to be a s-sa-- sanctu-- safe p--place! A-And I--

F-First I ff--find a-a guy i-in the--the c-cold room, then I-- there--

Th-there's ink i-in m-- my-- my s--skin!

[Letters are crawling onto his fingers and they won't scrub out.]

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