Taken from an earlier journal entry:
Seeing these girls who are slaves to things which used to enslave me gives me hope. I escaped that with little effort, so maybe I can get even better...older. And maybe less crazy? It's possible I guess.
...I go back in four days. It's easier to come and go now because nothing seems too permanent. But it still hurts my heart to leave Marth alone.
We're fine. Everything's fine, and maybe even better than that.