Secrets No Longer

Nexan walked into the training room. It was really early, before dawn even, which gave her all the reason to startle when she found Maxsodin in there.
She was wearily prodding at the wall. She seemed dead, or at least half asleep. Nexan was truly puzzled. Maxsodin NEVER woke this early. Then why was she up and training?
Summoning her sickle, Nexan walked silently over to Maxsodin. The weary figure failed to notice her arrival.
"Hey." Nexan said quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence that hung thickly in the air.
Maxsodin stopped prodding and slowly turned to look at Nexan. She blinked her bloodshot eyes and turned back to prodding.
"Hey." she answered, her voice hoarse and groggy.
"Why you up so early?" Nexan began whipping her sickle skillfully around a stuffed dummy, making precise and actuate cuts in the tough fabric.
"Couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind." Maxsodin said. She staggered over to a dummy next to Nexan and began half-heartedly attacking it.
They practiced in silence for a while. Nexan felt guilty about how she treated Maxsodin after her ordeal. She hadn't meant to be so harsh, it was just the pressures of running the Organization combined with the ever nagging question of what to do with Maxsodin had made her so.
Some time pasted. Nexan had been racking her brain for how to apologize when Maxsodin sighed.
"I'm sorry, Nex." she said woefully.
"Sorry? You? For what? I'm the one that's done all the wrong!" Naxan stopped practicing to stare in puzzlement at Maxsodin.
Maxsodin shrugged. "Well, you had the right to be the way that you were. I know I would have been if I had needed to deal with the likes of me. But me, I shoulda known better. As soon as I found out about my condition I shoulda left. I shoulda rid you guys of me, rid you guys of your biggest problem."
"Max..." Nexan felt immediate sympathy towards Maxsodin. If she would have know Maxsodin had found out about her condition...
"Here Nex. Maybe you'll understand better with this. I... I was keeping it from you cuz... cuz well,... here..."
Maxsodin held her palm up and a leather-bound book vaporized from darkness in it. Hanging her head sheepishly, Maxsodin held the book out for Nexan.
Still puzzled, Nexan took the book. She stared at Maxsodin then read the cover: The Diary of Xemnas, Head of Organization XIII
"The last few entries is what you need." Maxsodin said.
But as Nexan looked up to question Maxsodin, she had vanished.