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It's been nearly seven months, now. Somehow I think I've managed to integrate myself into his old life fairly well, but there are moments when it still feels as though I've stolen something from someone. Something that doesn't quite fit ... like I'm forcing a piece to fit a different puzzle. I have to wonder if something won't give, and if it does ... when?
There's nothing I had that's quite the same: X-Prime is different, and one might think that with most of its members also refugees, it wouldn't be. But we don't have the same equipment, the same technology ... even the same enemies, I suppose. It's not so cut and dry -- do we even have enemies? And Ryou ...
Mm, I suppose it's a fine enough life to live. It just isn't mine.
Aah, when did I get so selfish? After seven months, it must be mine, right? I have to wonder how the rest are faring, if they've been storing some of these same frustrations. None of them have exactly expressed anything -- mm, perhaps they really are integrating better. (I can't say whether I'd really want to say so much, either, if asked.)
[ Do we have any new goals? Perhaps we should talk to our guests when they're here ... I really don't have any ideas, myself, but I do think we ought to be doing something, if there's anything that needs doing something about.
Shall we have a meeting? ]