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Perhaps if we looked for a solution to this problem, rather than simply complaining about it, we might manage to get something done.
[Private // Moderately Hackable]
Not that Econtra seems to be good at doing anything other than complain. Not that... not that I'd want to leave. What is there for me if I return to the place I used to call 'home'? Anthony, for one. An escape to America. And would I even remember this place at all? Would I remember those whom I have met? If I were to remember... no, it would be too terrible. I do not wish to even think upon such a thing. To be stuck in a time when none of this could even be imaginable, and to hold such knowledge? I should go mad, if the case were such.
And if I did not remember? If I remembered, if I knew, only what I knew before I arrived at this place... what then? Am I still the same person who was here? No, I should be changed forever if I were to return home, even if I were not to bear the memories of this place.
I... I cannot stand this place. I hate it, and yet... No, I hate London even more. There is nothing for me in London. Here, I have... Well. More than I'd have at home, at any rate. Perhaps, when this is all over... if we manage to destroy the Entropi...
[/Private // Moderately Hackable]
[Private // Moderately Hackable]
Not that Econtra seems to be good at doing anything other than complain. Not that... not that I'd want to leave. What is there for me if I return to the place I used to call 'home'? Anthony, for one. An escape to America. And would I even remember this place at all? Would I remember those whom I have met? If I were to remember... no, it would be too terrible. I do not wish to even think upon such a thing. To be stuck in a time when none of this could even be imaginable, and to hold such knowledge? I should go mad, if the case were such.
And if I did not remember? If I remembered, if I knew, only what I knew before I arrived at this place... what then? Am I still the same person who was here? No, I should be changed forever if I were to return home, even if I were not to bear the memories of this place.
I... I cannot stand this place. I hate it, and yet... No, I hate London even more. There is nothing for me in London. Here, I have... Well. More than I'd have at home, at any rate. Perhaps, when this is all over... if we manage to destroy the Entropi...
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