"It's not me," he whispered, fingers tightening around the camcorder until his skin turned white as bone. "It's not me. It... it can't be me. It's not me. It's not me." He sucked in a deep breath. He wouldn't cry, not about this. He had to think, think, think.

"Doctor... It happened before. It happened a long time ago. I was... I was getting treated. I was getting help from Dr. Crane because I was scared of everything. And then people said I came to the Plane acting like a different person. I didn't believe them." He shook his head fiercely. "How could I? But then I found a notebook, a little blue notebook, and I gave it to Dr. Crane along with everything else. And then... and then..."

His grip on the camcorder loosened. He set it beside his foot, tried to keep hold of his own sanity. It was hard when he had a message from a twin sitting in front of him.

"And then I hurt people. I-I... I tried to kill the Doctor, the ninth one, and you, and Roxas, and Marta— oh, Marta..." He bit his bottom lip again. It was starting to bleed— black, too. "If this boy is really me, then it might mean that I'm about to do something terrible again. I don't want to kill anyone! I don't even want to hurt them, or fight, unless it's to help Marta. But I'm so messed up. I can't trust myself not to hurt the people I swore to protect!" And with that, he buried his face in his scarf as if that would hide him from the world.