It's been awhile since I've felt an earthquake.  I didn't really expect there to be any here.

[private to Robin, unhackable]
I want to talk to you about Dante.

I heard every word this time.

I'm tempted.

To everyone who's been upset and/or worried:

Please, stop.

I'm alive.

It's just... my body hurts.  That will heal.

That's all.

I'm not worth your concern.  People who try to protect me end up hurt or worse, and I just end up...

((ooc: again, strike-outs are typed, then deleted.

Posted this because Ema's getting close to being technically inactive. ^^() ))

It's all scientific. A biological process. Sex organs meeting sex organs. It doesn't mean anything else. It doesn't have to.

All the blood is just the hymen tearing. Also science. Basic biology. The bleeding will stop.

The pain is lack of lubrication. I wasn't....

I can't do this.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

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I met a robot-being today.  Seems he's in the same boat as the rest of us, only he's taller and what he needs to live on is even harder to find than food.

Also, these doors gave me quite the scare.  I ended up on the other end of the city--that's not good at all.  I'm lucky I met Thundercracker and he brought me home, honestly.

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Matt needs to leave me alone!!!

I can't help but think... I'm completely useless.  I'm a burden.  First, Prosecutor Marshall... and now Mr. Wright, and Mr. Edgeworth, too.

And Robin.  Turns out he's my age, and is able to handle himself without needing to be saved all of the time.

It seems like the more I try to get better at being able to help, the less help I actually am.

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Matt's on the floor screaming back in that apartment.

Mr. Edgeworth and I are trying to get me as far from him as possible.

It's over.

for now...?

Where are you?  Mr. Edgeworth and I can find you, and we'll be together!  <3

Matt's become completely scary.

And Mr. Wright's bleeding.

And Mr. Edgeworth... seems okay, but I'm sure he's not.

This place just gets worse and worse.

People who are trying to get us out--please do so as quickly as you can.  As soon as I'm able, I'll help, I promise.

I hate it here.

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I thought I heard words before.

I only caught a few:  "Children."  "Secret."  "Doors."  "Damned... and you know it."

I feel queasy.  Something's..... very wrong here.  It's dark, so dark you're almost breathing it.

I want to go home.