Dear Doctor del Norte Márquez,

My continued imprisonment here has been a double-edged sword. We both know how well I take to being cooped up in any one place like some hen chocobo. Though I was let outside today (gasp and rapture, dear doctor, gasp and rapture), I took little pleasure in anything but enjoying some fresh air. There are still many things left to be done, and too many things still left off in the way side.

The last night, I nearly had an aneurysm looking for the Brigadier General, whom you've not had the pleasure of meeting yet (though I dare hope you do not, simply because it would worry me to see him capture even you). He's someone I think you'd enjoy talking to, honestly, being a kind and surprisingly charismatic man. I've become his Creature, and yet do not chafe at his orders.

You would be surprised to know how degraded my abilities are here, I become weak as a kitten even after a few spells, and it's been years since that has happened. Quite infuriating.

I'll write you again soon, though I hope you don't mind that these letters do not get to you. Knowing you may someday see them, even if it is through another, means much to me. Take care of your health, my dear Doctor.

Always and Faithfully Yours,

Celes.

Day... what is this day, now? I can hardly recall. Eighth? Tenth? It matters not, I suppose.

Yesterday's... events seem to have shaken my proper reserve. If they could do that to Noah... I'm being silly. Of course they could have done that. This damn institution can do whatever it pleases and it is just so infuriating to be powerless. Even at my fullest ability, I was under their control. No better than Palazzo and his bedamned Slave Crowns.

Triad forbid that the good doctor ever learn of its use. I dare say we'd not have a wave of new patients, but rather a wave of easily malleable amnesiacs, much like the Magitek Witch, Terra Branford. As useless as newborn kittens, though that seems to be the choice of people here. To be useless, stupid or an abhorrent combination of both. I would train them if they were so certain that running off and getting themselves killed was such a fabulous and ingenious idea.

From now on it will be quite important to keep these thoughts to myself. It appears I'm becoming quite a cynic.

-C. Chere