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[imatreenow]

[At first, all that can be heard is indistinguishable muttering. It seems strangely distant. The words become increasingly clear as their source becomes apparently nearer to the journal. They sound as though they are being squeezed through tightly clenched teeth. It is a voice that may be chillingly familiar to some residents...]

It's not fair. It

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[Voice]

[lezareno_prez]

... so they have decided to return you as well.

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[There's something vaguely familiar about that voice...one of the other humans with Lloyd's group? Whatever.]

[Mithos assumes that by "return", he means to life. Not like he asked for this. What is the point of living once more if there is no hope of restoring Martel to life as well?]

Why are you even talking to me? [Perhaps he intended to sound coldly superior, but it almost sounds broken if anything.]

[Voice]

[lezareno_prez]

Because I too know how frightening it is to wake up all alone in a strange world with wings on your back.

[He's hoping that if he can keep Mithos calm, any sort of further incident can be avoided until he can figure out exactly where in time the boy comes from.]

[Voice] bless your patient soul, Regal

[imatreenow]

You don't know anything. [Craaawling in my skin, etc.]

[Voice]

[soulbait]

[Ciel was enjoying himself some cake and looking through the journals and... oh. Hello there, interesting. He listens to that again. It's just the frustrated wails of a newcomer, but he's feeling generous, so.]

Nothing in this or any world is quite fair. [After all, he's here in this hellhole]

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[Thanks, Captain Obvious. Have a derisive tch.]

You think I didn't already know that?

[Voice]

[soulbait]

I was left to wonder, given you whining on the subject. For the public even; how shameful.

[A little tch of his own, even]

[Voice]

[imatreenow]

[If he could see your face, Ciel, he would be striking you right now. In a very manly fashion, of course.]

Shut. Up. Shut up. Like you understand anything about me.

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[salvationfound]

[... Damn.

Yes, Kratos is doing the same as Yuan. Cursing the Malnosso and silently watching over the responses Mithos gives to people. He needs to talk to Yuan as soon as he can - they both need to figure out just what they're going to be dealing with.]

[Not!Voice]

[wise_maiden]

[She knows she shouldn't be looking at her journal too much. Not in this condition. But the sounds of a familiar new arrival catches her attention, and her breath catches.

Martel was no longer here. There was no reason for them to even fight here. But the question would be if he would realize that. She couldn't even say to him how freely and openly people could be with their races here, since most were so different that it didn't even matter. Because she was still hiding hers.

It was all ironic. But with her injuries, and lingering issues from her recent kidnapping... perhaps it would just be better to watch for a while. Some of the others were reaching out to him -- and she would have to interact with him eventually. Maybe even just for Genis's sake. Genis. Mithos's arrival is too much of a strong reminder of that right now.]

[Also Accidental Voice]

[skyborne_mage]

[She was just going to read her journal. She hadn't really planned on answering anyone when she started.

But when she hears someone rambling about Martel, she can't help but mutter to herself.]

Man, it's too bad this kid wasn't here a few months ago.

[voice]

[imatreenow]

[He heard that...]

And why is that?

[voice]

[skyborne_mage]

[Oh crap she didn't mean for him to hear that...]

Er... well she was here back then.

[voice]

[imatreenow]

[He has already been told that Martel was once here, but he hadn't realized that it was so recently. Needless to say, he is not very pleased by this information.]

A few months. Months. I have waited thousands of years for Martel, yet I missed her by mere months.