[As Dandy enters his room, he will immediately notice how unusually unkempt his room was. He usually keeps it looking brand new, but now his bed sheets were absolutely tossed around, and there were notes hastily placed on his desk. All of them are written in shorthand.

Jonathan is currently out of his suit and instead wears nothing but his undergarments and a robe. He doesn't have the energy to take care of himself right now.

He touches his sore cheek, barely wincing at the pain.]

I'll survive. It could have been much worse.

[There is another pause before he continues.]

Enough. I just... I had do do something against Fontaine. I wanted to... try fighting against him, to stand up against someone who was hurting people for his sick pleasures.

[He lets out a short, humorless laugh.]

Lot of help that did us, I suppose.