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[freundlichertod]

How strange it is, to suddenly feel as if Discedo has calmed down despite the circumstances that continue to be norm. To grow used to this strange setting; could it possibly be a sin

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[zodiac_goddess]

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I wonder if someone removed my chip without my knowledge.

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[freundlichertod]

Oh? And why do you wonder that, Mr. Sohma?

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[zodiac_goddess]

It would explain why I'm so sick, wouldn't it?

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[freundlichertod]

If you are able to communicate through this device then I assure you that you have not experienced the kind of sickness a removal brings, Mr. Sohma.

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[zodiac_goddess]

How unsatisfying. I suppose I will live without an answer, then.

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[freundlichertod]

An answer to which question, Mr. Sohma?

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[zodiac_goddess]

Why am I so sick here?

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[freundlichertod]

The lack of clean air, proper light, nutrition, fresh food; all these may be a factor.

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[zodiac_goddess]

It's...different.

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[freundlichertod]

Can your doctor not fix this illness of yours?

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[zodiac_goddess]

No.

He...just makes me comfortable.

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[freundlichertod]

I see.

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[freundlichertod]

And did you wish to find a better alternative?

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[zodiac_goddess]

No. He is the best.

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[freundlichertod]

And yet he can only make you comfortable?

What do you think of your state, I wonder?

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[zodiac_goddess]

There is nothing to be done for the dying.

I think I am...hopeless.