So I finally decided to come back, no new leads on the whereabouts of the others though... Old bones can only take so much of the trials in the Abyss before it becomes a distractions and therefore a liability.
Before heading back to Sanctum I payed a visit to the grave site. Even bought a new suit for the occasion. Marking the 3rd year of my quest. 3 Years and only 2 found.
Coming back, everything is as much as it was when I left it. My commanding officer still has a weird fashion sense and changed his hair color (again), he didn't seem to notice me at the Outer Docks. Though I don't think he would've even asked where I have been, as he had something else on his mind with him and Nanase going to a quiet corner... The Legion roster has changed a little, names I never got to associate with faces gone and replaced once more.
I was discovered at the Tavern, thankfully I wasn't questioned too much on my whereabouts. The suit I was still wearing proved a great distraction and even a stealth technique, as people both mistook me for someone else (Toxa if that were possible, got silver hair this time around) as well as ignore me completely as if I was never there. Might come in handy someday.
Almost blew it however. Not finding any more information bothered me more then I came to realise. Attempted to smash the bench in anger when comments were made regarding missing comrades. Only managed to cause enough noise to startle my company, but the barkeep didn't seem phased, must have reinforced the woodwork for this exact reason. Rather then explain myself I stormed out, I needed to get my head back into place.
And so this journal has become a means to express my opinions rather then a means of identifying the corpse they may have found it on. Go figure.