[And suddenly, as if catching the middle of someone's sentence.] --Refusing to come with us, brother. Did you do this as well?
[The journal gets lifted up and then higher, catching the face of it's new owner as it is examined. Those green eyes and that silver hair might be familiar to some, if you know his brother.]
It doesn't hurt. [The logical
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I'm Jay.
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Where is 'here?'
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...No.
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[Enunciated enough to be a low rolling growl. He wouldn't forget that voice. After all, you took away his prey not once, but twice. First the Turks than brother himself.]
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I'll be watching again.
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What doesn't hurt? You're not injured, are you?
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[No leftover pain from the bomb, or the deadly rain splitting him apart cell by cell. Hmm.]
This place is not Gaia?
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Do come quickly, brother. [Those worrying thoughts are covered up by a teasing jab - don't be late.]
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It takes awhile, at least a good twenty-to-thirty minutes for Kadaj to find Yazoo. He makes sure to walk up leisurely, ensuring that Yazoo knew that the length of time it took was due to Kadaj's own childish antics and not his inability to locate his own kin in this new world.]
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Taking your time, brother. [He observes, knowing it was what the other would want him to do. After all, he would not want to be hasty in finding one another. Yazoo is amused at the thought, and it shows briefly on his face before it passes.]
Strangers here know our names.
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