Sometimes, when I find myself awake late into the day like this, I fly up high into the sky and look out at the southern horizon. When the weather permits, you can see ships heading to and from Canalave.
Sometimes I end up staying up the whole day like this, floating high in the sky to watch the humans go about their lives, each performing the duties left to them. It's an inspiration for me to carry out my own, however limited they might be.
...I'm not sure why, but I feel like there was one ship less than usual today...perhaps a delayed shipment? A quiet day for tourism? Oh well, there's no point in dwelling on it, so I'm going to sleep now.
It's been so long, but the bad dreams are back. This time of a boy.
He runs. He screams. When I reach out to him and try to calm him, he screams more. I look at my hands, and I know why he runs.
I woke up, but the boy won't. I can still feel his fear now. In my mind, he still runs, and I still chase him. I can't stop.
Should I go see her? She might not want to see me...I can still see the look on her face from last time. She hates this. They all hate this.
I don't know what to do.
I've been feeling uneasy lately. As if something awful is happening beneath my attention. I'm not sure why I feel this way, but I know it doesn't bode well.
I wonder if they're involved? It's funny, the two of us left the mainland for the distant seas and settled here, trying to prevent the suffering they wrought from ever happening again, but the echoes of that suffering ring out even today. I don't have a good feeling about this.
Darkrai...they've been through so much. I look at them and see a fool, but I should know better than that. They still remember, and it pains them still.
When night falls again, I shall set out for Newmoon Island.
I found him. I hurt him. He still runs, and so do I, but he moves with a limp now. I tried to tell him that I'm scared too, but he only cried. He darts through the trees, looks for a way to leave, but I know this place well, and I know there is none.
I need help. We need help. We need help now. He can't last long like this, and I don't need more blood on my hands.
Please, Cresselia. Help us...