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[memoryreprieved]

I don't really understand... any of this. What is this place? ...And why would these people need me and whoever else is here to help those here? I mean... what can I do, even? It just seems

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[memoryreprieved]

[Why was there this foreign message of foreigness attached to her journal? It was a journal, right? ...Right?

...It wasn't, was it.

Oh.

O-Oh. Um. Going to... act casual?]

...That's what they've been calling me. It's really weird.

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[memoryreprieved]

You got to keep your name? I guess...

Never mind. What exactly is this place? ...That is, if you don't mind me asking.I mean... I read that note, but... Do you know anything else?

[Text; he read the thread above!]

[wwiiflyingace]

Whoa, didn't even get to keep your real name when you got here? Harsh. What's your real name if it's too weird for America?

[Text] |D I was waiting for someone to WTF <3

[memoryreprieved]

[Gaaaah! People can read everything on here!? It might be a good thing they're writing to her rather than talking. Because she would be all sorts of awkward and flail and-- Yeah, they probably wouldn't understand the half of what she was saying. Eventually though... Right. Name. Well... She wasn't a part of the Organization anymore. And... well. Among other things.

...She was there to help the people, too. R-Right?]

...It's Xion.

...What's 'America'?

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[wwiiflyingace]

...Xion's not that weird. [He knows a girl named Xu after all.]

America's the name of the country Haven's in. Haven's the name of the city. It's confusing at first. You'll get used to it.

You'll be here long enough to, anyway.

My name's Nida, by the way.

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[memoryreprieved]

[Nida. Committed to memory-- Wait, that was Axel's line. Kinda.]

I see... I think I understand. [She totally doesn't, but oh. The awkward.]

...How long have you been here?