[Ky studies the SFC seriously for a moment, second-guessing whether or not he ought to filter this away from certain people. Still, he'd chosen not to for reasons that seemed to make sense, and he'll allow those reasons to stand.]

I know most of you already, perhaps even well enough to not ask this question.

[He's probably barking up a useless tree, but he has to try, because what if their end is coming, what if they manage to live but are returned to their homes without remembering anything that happened here? What if he doesn't know what to account for in the future?]

But is there anyone here who can hear a confession?

...

I'm Catholic, that is.

[Marcello was ungrateful for the rest he had been given. It was no fun depending on others or on anyone who you found it easier to detest. So he had packed his things and gone almost as quickly as his vision returned to his eyes. He had left without saying a word. It was not easy.

This time, he gave up trying to hurt his brother with words of his own. He sought those of others instead - but not to use them against Angelo, either.]

Greetings. Now I have recovered my health, I will ask this question: in this city, what parts are there to play for a man trained in the holy orders? The boredom of leisure is intolerable. I cannot see myself sat here doing nothing.

Regardless, I speak primarily of martial combat. I am also familiar with a wide range of literature. I equally acquainted with my world's scriptures, though that area is... Faith no longer interests me. I am perfectly willing to detail them for those who are interested, however.

I've released a horde of robots onto the city.

[So, you know, that's something to add to your day.]

[Darkleer says it fairly calmly. Hovering behind him is his thought bubble, the same as it was last time- blueprints constantly shifting and adjusting as he thinks.]

Please do not hassle, fight, or dismantle them. If you would like to discuss how they were made, I'm sure we can have a very interesting conversation.

Thank you for your time.

[action]

[...Yeah, there is indeed a horde of robots in the city.]

[They're all spread out, however, not congregated. You'll probably see them as you wander about town. They're all sea-life based, with large robosquids helping organize store items besides locals and slim robo-mako sharks patrolling the streets. If anyone is keeping track, they might notice a particularly well made robo-octopus following behind a certain former 'cleric', holding open doors and things like that for her.]

[Faris is on the island from the look of the video. He’s decked out in swim trunks and a large shirt. He’s crouched down as he scratched his head. There is a bubble floating behind him flashing images of what appears to be a purple loch ness monster.]

With these bubbles showing up I thought it best to come clean with something. Some months back we had this curse where we ran around fighting monsters for loot and points. Well, I wound up winning that offer the Head Nurse had and got something from home.

[He reached over to turn the SFC over to show a large sea dragon that matched what appeared in the bubble.]

This is Syldra. She hangs close to the cliff side of the Island. She’s like my sister and nearly died saving me twice back in my world.

[And Syldra will make a sound in response.]

You can come up and meet her if ya like. She’s harmless.

[Faris moved the feed to aim back on himself as he plopped down on his rear. Crossing his legs as he planted his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward.]

Roxas. Axel. Want to get pizza with Demyx and me tonight?

Breaking news!

I'm getting reports that as of late yesterday night, all citizens stricken by the body-switching plague are being returned to their own natural forms. They're finding themselves back where they belong, presumably wiser, and with more understanding of their fellow citizens than before.

After all, haven't we all heard the saying, "Walk a mile in a man's shoes, and you will know that he's leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind as he chases you, desperate to get his shoes back. Youuuu dirty thief!"

[This last was delivered in an increasingly menacing tone, ending in an accusatory snarl. Then suddenly, his tone is chipper again]

And so we close yet another chapter in the saga that is our dread-filled, yet ultimately benign, lives.

Vatheon, we have weathered this crisis, and once again we have said to the universe "No! You won't break us! We may have gills, but we'll just learn how to swim! We may accidentally burn the city down with powers we cannot understand and can barely control, but that's what all the water is for! You may have proven that ultimately our consciousness is something which can be easily ripped from the fragile container that we call 'ourselves' and housed within another corporal shell for the amusement of shadowy, and unknowable powers, but that's fine."

In the end, Vatheon, as we learned something about the body we were forced to endure, haven't we learned something about ourselves? And isn't that something to be thankful for?

So please, turn to your neighbour, and - if the entity which recently controlled your body left you with the ability to move and speak - embrace them, and tell them that you understand them a little better. Because listeners, we're all in this together. And sometimes, we're in other things. Together.

This has been Vatheon Community Radio. Good night, listeners.

Good night.

[...There is something wrong with his body.]

[Saix really doesn't want to admit it, because that would make Axel right, but it's simply fact that he realizes once he's back in his own body instead of stuck in Axel's. It reminded him of what it felt like to be Isa a little bit, and it also reminded him of how it had felt when he had first joined the Organization. How he is now is... different. It's the Darkness. It feels thicker, like a heavy fog. He knows he's done some horrible things in the name of his goal, but never cared because the end justified the means. Still, this almost feels like too much.]

[Saix spends the day trying to convince himself that he's just letting himself fall into the same delusional trap that Axel has, but in the end, he has to know.]

[So you'll be seeing this guy on the SFC today, looking as calm and apathetic as ever.]

I'm curious, but are there any in Vatheon who are knowledgeable in the spiritual heart of a person? Perhaps the better, more general word would be 'soul'.

[A body, a mind, and a 'heart'- that's what makes a person, isn't it? But take away the 'heart', have it be lost to Heartless, and you're left with a body and a mind. A Nobody...]

[No theatrics or flamboyant language today, just one tired vampire. He'd like to say he's only tired because he just woke up from one of those comas that aren't actually restful, but that's not the case.]

It's been about twelve days since Rinoa Heartilly left the city, I meant to say something but then, well, I wasn't available.

It's been nine days since Sola vanished as well. Considering the usual three-day rule, I suspect it isn't a temporary thing for either of them.

I still have access to Rinoa's apartment and much, if not all, of Sola's things are still here at the house. If either of them had something that belonged to someone else, let me know and I'll see if I can track it down.

[And with that exceedingly clinical and neutral announcement made, he just shuts off the recording.]

[There is absolutely no sense in not acknowledging that something has happened, all the polite worries of "I don't want to be a bother" aside. This is a big change, and though Maka is not going to let it break her down, it still hurts like hell.

Thus, when the feed clicks on, Maka's voice is steady, but completely lacking in any sort of emotion.]

Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you're doing, but Rin Okumura has gone home.

[She shouldn't be upset, she has no right to, she knew this would happen eventually. Nothing lasts forever.

No, she shouldn't be negative and mope, he might come back after all.]

I just thought anybody that knew him might like to know. [A pause before she adds:] And if you think that gives you a right to punch him when he comes back, you'll have to go through me first.

[That final confirmation reassures herself, falsely or not. Yes, he will come back, giving up hope is the absolute last thing she should be doing right now.]

Thank you for your time. Sorry for the bother again.