[after Django stretches with some unhealthy sounding cracks, he flips through the journal, yawning]

Ever have that kind of dream that seems so long, it feels like it was real? But then, you find strange injuries when you wake up?

[...he doesn't remember making that post]

...Or... weird entries...

[...he vaguely remembers that...

...

he pinches himself]

Ow. Nope, this one is reality.

[Filtered to friends and people who saw/cared about/were affected/replied to his post on the 9th]

...It looks like I said some things while I wasn't myself. Or completely myself. I'm not too sure anymore.

I'm sorry... to those I might have offended. I... don't know what it's like to be organized in that kind of structure, I've almost always been alone in my journeys. A part of me might be... or really is scared of it, and I think the castle... no, the castle did manipulate that part of me. I don't mean what I said that day.

And to... Well, I won't say your name if you don't want me to. I'm especially sorry to you. I don't want to lose your friendship over that. You are not useless. No one is. Even if the castle flings someone to the other side of the galaxy, the bond they share with someone resonates between them and gives them both strength to make a difference from their ends. I just...! [he has to stop himself, he thinks he's talking to much and losing the point] I'm sorry. You can slug me one if you like, I just... I'm sorry.