[There's a small clatter as the journal is pushed away--and pushed on. All it picks up at first is the sound of heavy breathing, like someone catching their breath--or trying not to cry, perhaps. Recovering.
It doesn't get better, but changes to sound more like someone trying to breathe through pain, rather than fear.]
Nnngh, 'hurts.
[Finally,
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[it's Long Night, the curse seal is acting up--sleep is not going to happen right now]
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Then stop running away and making those who fucking care about you worried sick.
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[Yeah, you hit it right on the nose. She's running, but she's not gonna admit it]
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[That part's true, at least.]
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Ah! ...of me?
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If you keep running away, from people who wanna goddamn help you, Anko, you're gonna end up like the boy cried wolf. When you cry out for help, no one will come to your aid. Oh, she can take care of herself. She won't need our help. Keh.
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I'll be strong enough.
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Never planned to be.
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I'm just not a hero. I'm not good, I'm not right.
...But I'm me.
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