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[tachikhromatic]

Mister Batou...Where did you go?

[Batou's Comm ID vanished from the network. His room is inaccessible. He's not answering pings.

There can be only one conclusion.]

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[lfetimewarranty]

.... someone else has disappeared?

[One person is coincidence. Two, after the noise last night, raises Rfena's suspicions.]

[tachikhromatic]

Mister Batou.

Mister Batou is gone.

[lfetimewarranty]

Batou.

[A cyborg, if she remembered correctly.]

...I am sorry for your loss.

[tachikhromatic]

Mister Batou.

[Batou deserves respect. A missing, gone, possibly dead Batou will have respect, or there will be blood.]

[ttlynotawizard]

Batou's gone?

[Well shit.]

[tachikhromatic]

He's gone.

[The saddest thing in the world: this.]

[ttlynotawizard]

...I'm sorry.

[tachikhromatic]

The Major...

You shouldn't go into the hallways. Mister Batou is gone.

[kazeyotsutaete]

Are you... going to be okay, Miss Tachikoma?

[tachikhromatic]

No.

[kazeyotsutaete]

[Awkward.]

I'm sure, um, Mister Batou will be okay?

[tachikhromatic]

I hope so.

...

[And then Musashi said something no Tachikoma had ever said before:]

I want to be alone, now.