[Private Note] ... [Subject:GET ME OUT OF HERE YOU BASTARDS] ... [Author:10] ... [Date:NULL]

Alright, so where the hell do I start with this one. Maybe a small rant. A story about what I am. I guess you'll see where this shit goes, as you read it. No spoilers, it's gonna be long.

I'm in The Void, and not the one everyone else is in (I'm sure, you would have guessed that by the "DON'T SHOVE ME THROUGH THE MIRROR" note, when the address wasn't set to anywhere in fucking particular). I can't "teleport" myself out of here, so I have to wait for Morrigan to come and get me, like some child at a kindergarten. Absolute bullshit, if you ask me. Why can Rook have teleportation options, but I can't?

(If anyone even gets this, it'll be a miracle. Shoving things through my left eye can be a gamble at times, but I'm sure, a small note will be a safe thing to send. Oh, if you do get this - I can deliver stuff to the System by shoving stuff through my left eye. It's quite violent. Now you know more about me, not that I know what you'll do with this information).

In case you're wondering "why is this text red" - I'm writing with the only ink I've ever had at any given time of my pathetic existence - my blood. Really, it's just convenient, especially when your FUCKING HEAD GETS CUT OFF, and then the entity that isn't even the Rook yet, does a quick "Rook Stitch" to put it RIGHT THE FUCK BACK ON YOUR SHOULDERS. Even though you, as a rolling head on the ground, insist that, NO, DON'T FUCKING DO THAT, THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON TO HAVE ME BE ALIVE AFTER THIS HAPPENS. A possibly regrettable sign of kindness on 1st's part. 

Or... maybe... a possible reminder that I can't die anyway, because I'm already technically dead. Yet, here I am, not dead. I'm the living/deceased paradox, who is often mocked just for existing, because I don't really make sense as something that exists. I'm a part of the System, but I'm also not. I'm alive, yet, I'm dead.  

Literally the only reason I'm not the Rook, is because numbers exist in a certain order, and "10" just so happened to be a combination of "1" and "0". And by now, I'm sure, you can see why that could be an issue.

I could scream out of frustration if I wanted to, but I'm already having enough trouble breathing as is. Being here isn't helped by the newly acquired tinnitus, thanks to That Fucking Machine Back In Alpha Null. It cut my head off, and I started getting this awful ringing in my ears. It's so bad, because the Void is the most quiet place that can exist, and the ringing just sounds so loud that it would be a delight to just, pull my ears off my body. It wouldn't accomplish anything though, plus, I'm sure, some bastard is hiding behind any given Void corner, just WAITING, ITCHING to STITCH THEM RIGHT BACK ONTO MY HEAD.

It's like I'm some surgeon's sewing wet dream. Happens anytime I get any significant injury. Big Brother really doesn't want me to die or something. Don't know why yet.

I've been told by 1st, one time, that me having an "undying" connection to death (haha, get it?), will be particularly useful when interrogating some cult in ΓΣ, and a particular entity they've been having issues with quite some time ago. I can only hope that the others start to actually take me more seriously, if I help with this. Maybe 1st is right about everything, not that it would surprise anyone. They ARE the Eyes after all...

shit, i'm running out of paper, time to shove this into my eye, bye