From the Diary of:
Zelos Wilder.
I wonder who those people were…they certainly were not from this world. They must be from Sylvarant. They sure did dress like it. I wonder what it's like living in the dying world…I bet it's a lot worse than it is here. And that boy, in the red with the swords, I wonder what he's like. His eyes, they held such kindness…I've never seen eyes like that before…now that I think about it, they all had kind eyes. I can't believe I just let them pass by…but that's how the world works, I guess. The things I do, just to keep my image up…God, why am I like that? All I care about it my image...Oh well…the girls seem to like it. But…that Sylvarant boy…the way he looked at me made me forget all about those girls, until his group bumped into mine. I don't know what's going on…why do I keep thinking about him? Through everything I do…the girls, the parties, just living makes me think about him. What am I supposed to do? Can I really be in…be in…lo—No! I don't like guys…at least…I don't think so. That would ruin my image! But…I can't help it. I'm drawn to that Sylvarant boy in some way…I suppose I should at least get to know him first…maybe then I can really tell if I like him or not…Yeah, that's it. Next time I see him, I'll talk to him.
