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The gods are laughing at us.

I attemptd to kill myself last night. I went to the river and made a bid to drown. I was stopped, however, because my comrade had intervened on my behalf. I cannot take it upon myself to be grateful. Not after what happened yet.

Ismene came to me the day after, and we proceeded to argue. It is all we do now, it seems. I do not know whether we became like that gradually, or we always were destined to be. Perhaps our prior friendship was a cruel fallacy.

I shall cease, because it is almost sacreligious to write those words now...

The creature, the abomination that has been stalking me, came through the windows. She ran to him, they reunited, and just as it looked as though he would embrace her, the game changed. Alas, I can barely proceed, barely bring myself to...

He ran her through. Straight through. And seconds later she died in my arms, with me prattling her name like a desperate fool overhead. There was nothing gentle, nothing generous about that death! I have yet to understand, even begin to comprehend why--

I will kill him. I will really kill him. Words are futile in this moment.
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distressed Murderous&broken
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On October 15th, 2006 04:35 pm (UTC), faerie_songbird commented:
You have my empathy, sir. I pray the gods bear your sister swiftly past the Star River to her peace.

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On October 17th, 2006 05:19 pm (UTC), shakespeare_nut replied:
I struggle to communicate properly at present, but I thank your empathy, sir.
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On October 17th, 2006 12:25 am (UTC), hollows_bunny commented:
Eh? You're going to kill him? But...

...I...I suppose if it were Marill or Tawn or Kohl, I would feel the same way... well, not the same, I think, but similar, but...

I-... I really do not know what to do in this kind of situation... I...


......Marill and I will stay with the little girl. Aphrodite. She keeps trying to run to Mr. Saints, and she's still calling him "big brother," but.... I know you don't trust us, and you don't have any reason to, but... we'll take care of her.


...I really don't approve of this, Mr. Kit....
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On October 17th, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC), faerie_songbird replied:
Uhhh...not really necessary, Alex. I'm still in the room. And last I checked, I was clutching Dite for dear life.
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On October 17th, 2006 08:40 pm (UTC), hollows_bunny replied:
Ehhhh, really? :O

((...I think this would be an "oops" moment. I must have not read your first filler closely enough, Kiden -- my bad! Sorry! >_<))
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On October 17th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC), shakespeare_nut replied:
I know not how my daughter knows the murderer, hence I had no idea why she refers to him as "big brother". I do not suppose that matters at present.

My pen runs dry out of words to write here.
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On October 17th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC), hollows_bunny replied:
Well, Mr. Saints has been on Uranus for a while, right? And following you around? Maybe he was hanging out at the palace at some point and she met him then?

...How is it that you have a daughter that old, anyway? :O
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