I sense no difference in my own flavor, merely the same as usual. Blood!

A bad day this one is, for poor Papillon. I must say, all this business of humans talking about what flavor they are, it makes my mouth water in unpleasantly familiar ways. What flavor are you in the end? Well, I'm sure you taste of human.

I'm getting hungry.








[Chouno actually is flavored like blackberry cheesecake ice cream today. Unfortunately, he can't taste that over his own bloody vomit. Sexy!]

While unaffected by this recent bout of inappropriate meteorological phenomena, I feel my heart grow heavier by the day. The thought of hearing my name on his lips had propelled me to the sky, a warm breeze under my wings.

For every day my hope is drained further, I face a choice of malingering and growing fractious, sinking into the shell of the human I left behind. Or do I surround myself with soldiers once again, who live only for me?

Either way, there can be no replacement!

There are many dead animals. I have seen them in the forests in this place as I've been exploring, ones that weren't native to Japan, even. Big ones, proud ones that didn't deserve to simply die alone amongst roots and decaying plant matter.

If only I had the appropriate raw materials...is there a way to get them, in this place?

I wonder.

I'll bet your mothers were all whores.

I am viscerally impressed by the amount and level of criminally genius minds in this place. When even engineered creatures can pull one off on a person, it's about time for them to give up being alive and kill themselves to better the world.

But how are we feeling today? I AM FEELING WON♥DER♥FUL!

LESS BITCHING! MORE SHOWING PAPI AROUND THE PLACE! There ought to be takers or I might get cranky, and none of you want me to be cranky.

What is this new type of bastardry?

What is that infernal ticking noise?

WHERE IS MUTOU KAZUKI?