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[ There's a resounding metal crash early this morning, Luceti. The snapshot only catches sight of one metal leg tangled awkwardly in the sheets while heavy armoured hands shake just within the line of sight. There's a lot of rattling. ]

No, no, no! [ Another heavy clash of steel on steel. The journal is flipped closed.

A while later, sometime in the late, late night, the journal is reopened and Alphonse asks a question. ] Can someone tell me their favourite dream?