-awkward, though kind of distant- Right...
Uh- yeah, Miyu. I was going to go after Moreau now.
-holds up the journal in his hands- I figure I need to give this to someone in case I end up dead along the way.
... Which if I do, might lead back to Assassin being a problem.
I've been writing down my thoughts, my analysis and information- information about me, including a photograph.
Trying to include anything of note that'd be lost if my existence becomes forgotten.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHeh, isn't it, though. I feel a little silly for getting as worried as I did... But such measures are necessary in this dangerous world.
...Anyway, enough about me. How do you pull those amazing loops.
(Kinikkuman.) Heh, wow, you sure decimated him. Are you a wrestler.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Hm. I've always vaguely wondered what it would be like, to have flight. But I can already do this—
(Fuckin' leaps about ten feet in the air and does a majestic backflip, landing ninjaways.)
—so I figure that's close enough, heh. That is seriously awesome, though.
(Stares at Kinikkuman a moment, then chuckles.) Heh! You know, I think my friend Kuwabara would really like you.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Do you know the identities of any who are on this "Red Winter" organization?
Thanks, uh...
(closes the journal, takes the water, then looks back up at Leo)