This last letter addressed to Rogue, lying about the old libary has something funny about it. It smells of perfume.
We can't stop reincarnating into ourselves now can we! It's good to see at least my dazzling looks will always be around to woo the damsels! Can-you-simply-IMAGINE the number of packages delivered to me?? "Do this", "Honor that", nag nag nag, I don't think I like my former dull self really much... and all this ranting and raving about some fellow named Knight... seems my former selves really were no good at all in the knife-duelling... You know what? I'm going to play a little game, mess some things up, misplace some scribblings... hah!