(no subject)
[Private;]
That's one more. How long until the rest are gone?
[he doesn't feel bad about it, but kind of irritated and... tired.]
You're where you belong, now. I suppose that would make you happier, in whatever sense that word applies to you. It figures that I would not be in such a simple place in that regard; I can't share your assumed enthusiasm.
[an annoyed huff.] So much for a backup plan. It's really to be expected at this point.
[Public;]
[written neatly.]
Unless I'm mistaken, Joshua Kiryu's finally left. [an ink spot where he presses his pen to the page.] I suppose there's always the chance he could be pulling something, but he's not really the type to make himself less noticeable.
[and that's all he really has to say. he filters as an afterthought.]
[Pharos;]
[and switching to dictation. writing seems too formal.]
By the way, Uru says she thinks you need more clothes.