Everything has become a mess ever since yesterday. I fell asleep at Balthier's apartment last night, and came home to a... well, unexpected visitor. That was interesting.

And Vincent isn't talking much. He must be upset with himself, but I don't really know. I'm reluctant to press him about it-- every time something like this happens, we wind up fighting. That's the last thing any of us are in the mood for.

I hope Rufus is doing better, I'm utterly worried about him. It's so hard to believe Basch... no. No. I won't even think about it.

Suppose there isn't much I can do but eat wait for someone to talk to me.