--Log Date 1762.--

"After the recent disappearance of Dominique, I've set out on my own to continue what he's been working on. I've spent days in his lab trying to replicate what he's been studying for what seems like decades. Though it is exceptionally difficult, I've made significant progress. Maybe I'll discover another world, just like he would've. I'll find him, too. One day. End log."

Listening to his log made me sick. He got caught up in my own work, and it brought him here. It brought him here, only...he didn't land in the world I did once he went through that portal. He landed somewhere else, and...whatever got him, it didn't do him any justice.
He's a puppet now. A puppet of a higher entity that I don't know of. I can see the pain in his eyes. He doesn't want to hurt me, he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but it's all against his will. I don't even know if I'm really speaking to the real Nico. I think his brain has died, and...I'm just reasoning with a lifeless corpse.