You mean the journal? I've looked through it a bit, but I'll admit I haven't had the chance to study it properly.

[John frowns at this, eyes sad from weeks of mourning looking shadowed between pinched eyebrows. His tone when he speaks again is controlled like a good solider and a patient doctor, but still tinged with anger.]

So we're ripped from our own worlds, given wings, branded, and then they do as they please with us? And there's nothing we can do about it?