This is the log of Doctor John Smith,
So, I’ve been doing some thinking, and the more I try to get a grip on reality, the more nothing seems to make sense. I mean, we were on that planet with those trick rooms, and now I can use the force, and now I seem to be captured by the empire. They are probably going to kill me, but in light of recent events, I just don’t seem to care. I mean how could things possibly go worse. Half of the team hates me, I feel like the dark side could take me over at any minute, and I am being marched into hands of those responsible for my parents murder. Or was that me. Oh who cares, nothing makes sense anymore. If all else fails, I think I’ll just give up on this whole logic nonsense. Logic got me into this mess, so I doubt it can get me back out.
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