Entry #A-1: "A"
To say that I'm shaken to the core... would be a dramatic understatement. I can think of many things that are bothering me at this point in time... among them:

1. The suit itches. Was I buried in this? What was Watari thinking? Oh... right. That brings me to...

2. ...Watari is dead, too. That's probably one of the worst parts of this whole affair. He didn't deserve this.

3. KIRA. I didn't catch Kira. I can't believe that case killed me, and that Light Yagami outwitted me, and managed to string along Task Force after my death.

4. The fact that no one seems to understand epic poetry anymore. "Tiresias?" Right. If ANYTHING is a paradox...

5. Metatron? Am I supposed to believe this load of bollox? Middleverse? I died an atheist, and one crazy gravedigger isn't enough to convince me of something as reliant on blind faith as religion. Then again... I'm sentient. After death. Unless this is a dream, I might have to rethink some of my previously held notions concerning the afterlife. Isn't immortality supposed to be the atheist's nightmare?

I never dreamed. So I don't know what a nightmare is, much less how to understand analogies about them.

I wish that Watari was here. I'm starving. And I want my normal clothes back. Whether this is some kind of "Middleverse" or not, I feel just like I did when I was alive... just, more... faded? Is that the right word? And I can't stop thinking about Kira. KIRA.

Kira was Light Yagami! I should have trusted my intuition and shot him. I could have saved countless lives and solved the case without him hindering me. Even if it was from prison, in a straightjacket... I would have solved that case.