[audio recording]

( Private to Self-Unhackable. [Left open to Frank, this fact unhackable]. )

[audio recording]

( Private, unhackable )

There is a gaping chasm of a difference between truth and what one wishes to hear. A good man knows which to choose, regardless of his own desires, whereas a fool will seek only sweet words that reaffirm his own wants.

Please alert me if anyone intends to enter the room I share with Frank.

( Private, Unhackable )

I am so. Stiff. And. Sore.

Training with Kain isn't fun and games, that's for sure.

[audio recording]

New people seem to have joined Asgard, as well as Niflheim.

Hack, or don't. I really could care less about information that should be public.

( Private-hackable, due to a lack of interest in making it unhackable )

Date:	2008-07-04 10:18
Subject:	Entry #D-6: "Darker"
Security:	Public
Mood:	confused

[audio recording]

( Private, Unhackable )

[audio recording]

( Private, hackable if you really care about frivolously unnecessary math. )

[audio recording]

( Private, possibly hackable to experts due to an accidental oversight )

Date:	2008-07-02 13:51
Subject:	Entry #D-3: "Day"
Security:	Public
Mood:	restless

( Private, unhackable )

Date:	2008-06-30 18:57
Subject:	Entry #D-2: "Do"
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

[audio recording]

I think I'm getting better.

My mind is no longer stranded within the limitations of prime numbers. This is very, very encouraging.

( Profiles-Private )

[audio recording]

( Private, Unhackable three times over )

The sky is blue today.

Date:	2008-06-27 22:34
Subject:	Entry #C-10: "Crystalize"
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold

( Private )

Date:	2008-06-27 12:25
Subject:	Entry #C-9: "Chokehold"
Security:	Public
Mood:	frustrated

( Private to Self-Unhackable )

Date:	2008-06-26 17:57
Subject:	Entry #C-8: "Carboxyl"
Security:	Public
Mood:	aggravated

[audio recording]

Would someone, please, tell me that I'm not the only one who sees something dramatically wrong with this picture?

A certain member of our team has been simultaneously apologizing, warning against harmless or beneficial individuals, and behaving otherwise irrationally. I can only go by what I have seen and observed, and the inconsistency is such that I'm beginning to wonder if anything about his story is in fact constant.

I don't care whether or not Strix was "controlling" him. I don't even care if he would have attacked Asgard left to his own devices. I would like to emphasize what the point is. Until now, we've seen no trace of an apology, paranoia beyond reasonable post-traumatic levels, and a great deal of accusations that are completely without factual or even implicative basis. Not to mention threatening members of his own team. In my experience, this is either the mark of a personality change, sheer stupidity, or post-traumatic stress disorder. They are all common in the criminally insane. They are also common in the classic sociopath.

I've already asked for medical help to be granted him, and I believe that my responsibility for him should end there. As it is, I've been dealing with enough on my own, and certainly don't have time to defend my education, motives, and other pieces of myself that this man has deemed questionable.

If by some miracle I'm wrong, and this person is in fact not maintaining an elaborate facade to take advantage of the deeply traumatizing experience of nearly tearing two unarmed individuals to shreds, would someone tell me so? Or, better yet, get professional help for Asgard's greatest liability to himself and others at this time?

( Private to Will- hackable )

[audio recording]

( Private-Unhackable )

( Private to Dante, URGENT, Unhackable )

[audio recording]

I feel a complete and utter fool... and yet...

I don't know that I've ever been happier.

Do I have a reason? Mmm... no. No, not really. Not a good one, anyway. But I find myself grinning at inopportune moments and humming to myself when I should be focusing.

I don't even care that everyone can read this, because today, I'm walking on sunshine. That's right, Dorian, sunshine!

I think I can relate to all the poor idiots who fought the Trojan war over an something exquisite, sublime, radiant, gorgeous, enchanting...

( Private to self-unhackable )

[audio recording]

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

( Completely Private to Self )

[audio recording]

*the sound of something being gnawed thoroughly*

Why can't I get decent food around here without having to compete with that confounded Miss Inverse?

Why is it that someone like me, who is used to answering or further convoluting questions, is asking them today?

I don't much care for this? I'll soon doubtless put a nail gun to my head simply to get the inquisitiveness to stop?

Even non-questions have a telltale uncertain rising intonation added to the end?

( Privately coded to Self-Unhackable )

[audio recording]

( Privately Coded to Blythe )