Is there no end to this? Things were going this way and I imagine there is a far greater reserve of darkness in store for us. I should have known what Caer was going to do; I should have been better. I let this happen to him, I may have caused it even.
I found Caer's potato, tucked in a corner where he must have dropped it. The King Edward. Perhaps Caer was right and my father truly does speak through it. I'm going to need all the help I can get. Because now I have been confronted with a choice that I cannot get around, whether to continue the quest or support Caer. In either choice I am going to lose. Either the world is destroyed or my freindship with Takuma and Caer is. Maybe I'm being too melodramatic. It's hard to think at this moment.
Takuma will hate me... but the only choice I have is to continue. That's fine, I can add his guilt on top of my own, along with the dreaded nightmares. The sound of steel and the taste of blood. Magden, dear Magden, is the cause of this. How I wish we were back in his tower, playing seek as the walls revolved around me, aiding me in my attempts to hide from him. Now though... I'm worried I'm beginning to resent him. Caer is nearly dead because of him, I have the taste of blood in my mouth and screams of men in my ears because of him. I hate this feeling and I... I just...
I've been walking around, kicking stones and trying to convince myself otherwise but there's only one choice, there's only ever been one. I will lead, and yes I will have to lead, Sun-Jen and Magden to the mountains and retrieve this cloak, even if it means leaving Takuma and Caer behind. Well, besides there hate and resentment; that is sure to be carried with me. If only my father would give me a sign. I'm talking to a potato, wishing it would talk back to me. That frayed string is snapping.