five ◦ voice.

[healthysoda]

[there's a quiet moment of repose on Neku's end, shockingly. he'd usually be out there, but... he has to take a break. his head is starting to pound with how many psychs he's been using. besides... something's on his mind. with death all around... he doesn't notice that his journal's open, quite spaced out.]

... (There's nothing to lose... you can

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[uncomprehend]

No. [ she sounds weary ;; been crying and such you know ]

[healthysoda]

[oh river. ;; he's startled, not knowing that his journal was open, and it clatters to the floor as a result. after a moment or two, he picks it up and speaks.]

... didn't know it was open.

[uncomprehend]

[ VICTORY! her creeper skills are still top notch ]

It likes to do that, opens when you don't want it too.

You won't be erased.

[healthysoda]

[damn. You get another pause, River.]

(... then what? I can't die when I'm already dead, I came here when I was in the Game... I'm dead. Aren't I?)

You... don't understand.

[healthysoda]

[dude way to scare the crap out of him. ... the book goes flying in retaliation. (it's a defense mechanism too, ohoho). after a minute or two, he replies.]

... hey, Roxas.

[healthysoda]

[hey he's not zexion, at least. also you get some dots for a good while. he didn't think he'd be overheard, stupid journals.]

... I'm not alive.

[archadianpirate]

"Erased"?