I think I recall the Superior handing out these journals ages ago; something about an experiment regarding introspection. Of course no one used them... did he actually expect anyone to? I don't even know what possessed me to go looking for mine. A fit of madness perhaps? I suppose I just remembered that it was here.

It's strange, finding myself without a sure direction. I feel called in all directions but I'm unsure which way to go first. I think it might still take some time to figure out what it is I'm (we're?) supposed to do now. There's still an emptiness in my chest and I believe that frustrates me the most of everything I've experienced in the last week or so. I didn't ask for this ... incomplete rebirth that has dropped me back into these worlds with even less than I left them with.

There's no one in the castle save Zexion and, for a brief moment it seemed, Xigbar... which means that we failed. Am I supposed to feel a sense of loss at this? A need for vengance? As predicted, I don't feel much at all aside from perhaps a regret that we managed to not succeed so spectacularly.

I don't want to repeat the same mistakes, but this emptiness bothers me now as if bothered me then. Perhaps there's another way. Something that we didn't see. I want to find out, and I don't think I'll be discovering anything in this empty world. I am called away.

~VII