[VOICE. REALLY, REALLY LOUD VOICE.]

[tolove_inreturn]

WHERE IS SHE?![The roar that follows echoes through the domes, reverberating throughout almost half the city from the Western slums. Anyone who listens to the post will find that Beast didn't bother to stop recording it, and will find their ears assaulted with as much power as the journal speakers can muster. The sounds of furniture getting

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[Voice forever]

[keep_my_promise]

Another of your friends...? [Implied 'gone missing?' is there, but he hates to say it.]

[tolove_inreturn]

What business is it of yours?

[keep_my_promise]

You're the one who posted on a public... thing. [Technical terms still pwn Luke...]

[tolove_inreturn]

And if you don't know where she is, the why did you answer?!

[keep_my_promise]

That's a good question. Maybe it's because you remind me of someone. Someone who's just as stubborn about accepting help as it seems you are.

What does she look like? I can try looking for her.

[tolove_inreturn]

...You won't find her.

[keep_my_promise]

Are you sure?

[tolove_inreturn]

...Yes.

[keep_my_promise]

...Alright then.

Hang in there. You'll see her again, right?

[tolove_inreturn]

We won't remember each other.

[keep_my_promise]

I thought some people do remember being here?

[tolove_inreturn]

What do you know?! [The tone is an accusing one, though more sad than angry.]

[keep_my_promise]

What I know is it doesn't hurt to try and have a bit of hope.

[tolove_inreturn]

[Beast doesn't say anything, but a low rumble comes from deep in his chest in reply.]

[keep_my_promise]

Look, I know it's hard, believe me, but...

Would she want you to give up? [This is all said in a quiet, trying to NOT piss Beast off more way.]

[tolove_inreturn]

...

[total silence]