"I like being able to keep track of things." Like someone with Cloudy Glasses and a Torn Notebook. It feels a little bit like treasuring that legacy of the nameless human who never made it farther than Waterfall; whose equipment was found and pilfered and sold off to the first inquiring child without a second thought.

They don't even know their name. Like every other child that fell, they went unmourned.

"I never really got to back home. So it's something new, still."

They can write in a notebook without any fear that someone might look at it without their permission.