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040
Naturally; the good things never do last.
I sincerely hope I won't find out that my trust has been misplaced. -
039
Finally; it's working perfectly now.
Isn't it unfortunate that those of us who would heal immediately from such trivial burns are the same ones who have no need to go outside in search of food and supplies in the first place? -
038
Well, then, I'm certainly glad that we got our plans out of the way when we did, as the past few days have been thoroughly unpleasant, though not unsufferable. Even if things seem to be clearing up a bit now, it would be--
[the sound of fabric tearing; there's a short noise of surprise before the communicator falls to the floor...]
Damn it--
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037
There.
Half a year. -
036
Well. The worst of it is over. It may be unstable now, but it's getting better. I can feel it.
( Private to Soubi | Hackable ) -
035 | voice post; french
[shallow, labored breathing and some sniffling; when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and shaky but impassioned]
It will be worth it. Saya--
[sudden coughing that starts to turn into retching before he catches himself and settles back down]
--and Solomon, if you ever show up here, I'll finish it. Our Vietnam War, our civil warI'm not ( Read more... ) -
034
Surely everyone has seen far worse and more lasting destruction than this.
Humans rarely do see anything beyond that which occurs right outside their own windows, though, do they? -
033
What have I even-- It's not as if he's coming back anyway.
Soubi.
Assuming we're counting from the same starting point, in just over two weeks, it will have been six months, you know.
It's a pity there are no nice things here to help us celebrate. -
032
It wasn't real. I knew that.
I don't know what the hell you expected me to do in response to that little trick of yours, but I'm not going to break down and pour out tearful apologies to some hallucination.
I didn't want him to leave yet. I should have-- Maybe he would have stayed.
God, it shouldn't be me.