|| Niente è vero. ||

[Giovanni reaches out to the device slowly, almost hesitantly until his fingertips touch the device and then all the trepidation leaves in a quick flourish of movement. He switches the post to audio functionality.]

Seifer never came back...

[And on to more important subjects as if nothing was ever said about that.]

Eald, how many people are left in Gohl? It seems a lot have left all at once recently. ...I am sorry, my friends. Do any of you need anything?

[A slight pause.] I promised to keep you all save. I promised to look out for you no matter what. I promised...

I never got to talk to him about some things. [...] I need to know if something was found in his things... No, never mind.

I want to uphold those promises. I plan on doing such. But I want permission to do it from a closer perspective. I know there are too many empty rooms there right now. I would not presume to take the place of someone else, but I would like to move there. Would that be all right?

It seems I'm always away from home over the holidays. Does time pass back home while we are away? I cannot fathom how that would work.

Easter was...buono. I am glad it was celebrated by such a commensurable amount of people.

...

Where are you Ezio?