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[rvolutionaryboy]

I had this odd feeling the other day, and I remembered... my brother. I saw him in the classroom, burned to death, remains dressed up like he were a student. And he was seated at a desk.

I don't even remember having a brother, but with that hole filled I can trace accurately where I've come from and where I'm going, historically speaking.

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[sonofhades]

Sometimes painful memories are repressed until we reach a point when we can adequately deal with them. Perhaps these revelations are a blessing.

[rvolutionaryboy]

Could be. But I don't remember having a brother at all. Besides, his name is Seimei... my name is Nikki. Drastically different. Very, very confusing.