[ He nods, looking over the pages again in thought. It takes a lot of searching among the notes that mean nothing to him to find the one or two sentences that he might understand.

A journal. The first thing that comes to mind is that it could be a message to Leon or to his apprentice, a means to decipher the notes that they would understand but that Walter would not. And if it was a message for Leon- ]

Show me what to look for. I've already had to memorize every detail of these fuckers' lives. May as well put it to some use.