Memorytale

Entry #26

Entry Number 26:

June 28, 2263-

23 days after Ground Zero:

I've been unsuccessful in trying to get Paint to talk. Mostly because aside from fixing my box, he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. It's not from lack of trying either. I'm more likely to get stuff out of a rock then him at this rate.

I've started trying to get Bell to spill instead. She's just taken to walking out of the room to avoid me. I am getting somewhere though. It may be taking forever, but it's something. I just have to corner her. Shouldn't be too hard.

On another note, Wisp has been getting a lot of injures lately. Hopefully nothing to bad happens. There isn't enough supplies if he starts to lose his limbs. Oh who am I kidding, at this rate he is going to end up losing at least one of his limbs. All I can hope for is that it's one of his arms, those are not only the easiest to replace but are easier to get used to then a leg.

At least Chaos hasn't done anything. Yet. I mean, I know his mind is messed up, but does he have to be so uncomfortably creepy weird. I can't even stay in the same room as him. It's just the way he looks at everything and acts. It's wrong. Really wrong. I mean, he's a really nice guy. I just physically can't be around him without both my body and my mind violently reacting. It's just better to stay away.

I send letters instead. It works. I get to talk to him somewhat normally, so at least there's that. Though I think he's just as much in the dark about what's going on as I am. It probably more on him just not caring then people not telling him. Unfortunately.

Codex has been getting worse.

She hasn't left my room.

I don't mind. It's nice to have the company. It's more of the fact that she is barely moving and hasn't been leaving the room at all that's concerning me. It doesn't seem like its emotion based. It actually looks more like she's just overly tired than anything else. You can just hear the pure exhaustion in her voice. At this point I'm convinced that it's more of a 'I'm in a state of permanent exhaustion that is unable to be fixed by sleep' than an actual just not getting enough sleep kind of thing. I can't even do anything. Something is wrong with my best friend and I can't do anything.

Everyone that I care about are hurt and I. Can't. DO ANYTHING!

I HATE THIS!

Why?

[The voice starts sobbing something. Muttering the same thing over and over. Slowly getting softer and softer till it's completely silent.]