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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[mightlovedogs]

[NOT EQUIPPED TO HANDLE THINGS LIKE THIS]

[mightlovedogs]

[... yes
but that's not what she meant!]

N-Not like that!

[unlucky_break]

... It's not like I'm familiar with your circumstances or anything, but you said it was in your past, didn't you? In other words, the current you's different, right?

[mightlovedogs]

Right. Mostly.

[unlucky_break]

Then it's fine, isn't it?

[mightlovedogs]

And maybe it will be fine for you, too, if you stop being so damn mopey all the time!

[unlucky_break]

[Back home, I'm currently taking care of a loli-nun who has encyclopedic knowledge of EVERY MAGIC EVER. Which would be fine and dandy if magicians weren't trying to blow up the city I live in every other week. I'M ALLOWED TO BE MOPEY.]

R-Right, sorry.

[mightlovedogs]

Tch. You're forgiven, this time.

[formerbanchou]

[You're better equipped than me.]

WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!

[mightlovedogs]

I-I can't die like this! That's too depressing!