"Do I have a soul? Such is a question that I have pondered for many eternities, locked in the awful confines of the wretched Puzzle. I suppose one might think the Puzzle is a luxurious place to spend eternity, but they'd be wrong. Nevermind it's golden walls and endless space, it's not a place one would like to be. The truth is that it is dark and cold, and the space is meant to torture the creature of darkness that is sealed in its walls. So much room; so many trap doors. But how could one call them traps? What lies inside them is really no different from what lies in the rest of the puzzle, and they are certainly not death traps. A spirit such as mine, or the Tomb Robber's could not be consumed by our own prison. And sometimes that's what hurt the most. As time goes on, the memory fades. Everything became hazy, and I clung to even the worst memories. I grasped at thoughts of the Thief King or the High Priest, trying daily to remember who they were and what they did. And eventually, I couldn't anymore. See, even when the trapped being tries to recall, they cannot, because the truth about the Sennen Items is simple and horrific. It eats at the soul, and the sanity, and the mind. Because at the beginning, the spirit knows what it has. A soul. Memories. Sane thoughts. And then they are all gone. I no longer knew, and even free as I am I do not know, if I had a soul. Because to be a spirit and to be a soul are two different things, don't you know? To be a spirit is to exist. To have a soul is to feel. And I feel, yes, but nothing that is definite. I am never completely sad, or happy, or confused. All that I know is pain. My beloved aibou, I am sorry to leave you as quickly and unexpectedly. But I think that if I go, Heaven or Hell the same…."
He never got to finish the note.