...My love -- thou returneth from the battle field with great news!

( Private to Byakuran, aka Macbeth )

This place...

I should have expected that wishing for anything wouldn't turn out as I desired.

I'm tired of this City.

I should be with Nunnally -- and yet ... I'm still here. Without anything productive to do. I feel ... shockingly useless, for once in my life.

I hope she's doing all right without me.

[Dripping noises, a small, surprised gasp]

Wh -- what is th--?

Blood?

[a few obviously horrified footsteps backwards; sound of the faucet being turned on]

...It's -- not coming out.... what the? My ... hands, my arms -- what is going on?

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Thankfully, that curse is over. It was so tiring to speak in poetry. How limiting.

It doesn't look like I've been cursed today: I'll count myself lucky.

I'll be out near the fountain, if anybody needs me. It's such a nice day outside, after all.

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I find that this curse
is the most troublesome yet
i hate poetry.

....Who are you people?

[He sits and waits on the edge of the fountain, checking his watch -- slightly early, sure that Shirley will come on time. He wears his sunglasses to hide his irregular eye, even though Shirley is immune.]

So she's gone. So is he.

That leaves only one person left to be dealt with, doesn't it?

...Shirley, why don't we get together soon?

Valentine's Day ... I keep expecting Milly to come in and shove plans and decorations in our faces for another of her ridiculously elabourate ideas.

I almost miss it -- and them. Don't you, Shirley?