⊕ eleven

[neverbeenworse]

[The communicator's video feed clicks on as Enma's cat knocks the thing off the couch as it bolts from the room, startled -- rightfully so, as the audio picks up the tail end of an angry, frustrated scream. Soon Enma's shoes appear on screen as he paces, and the sound of paper ripped can be heard before dozens of little bits of paper flutter down

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text;

[neverbeenworse]

Didn't sound like me. Made no sense. I wouldn't ever--

| [a pause]

Wouldn't even write that.

text;

[neverbeenworse]

Because it goes against everything my family back home wanted. I couldn't forget what they wanted. No matter how long I'm here. I'd let them down.

[Voice]

[novelvision]

[It's the first part that gets his attention. That rage...seems so uncharacteristic of Enma.]

That is a private matter. I doubt that you'd be able to find out anything useful from everyone else unless you explain why you think yours is a fake.

text;

[neverbeenworse]

Because it makes no sense.

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[novelvision]

[Oh. It's a little clearer now; clearly, the future Enma sent something back that the present Enma doesn't like. The obvious question now is about context.]

Of course it won't make sense now. Just as a second can mean the difference between victory and defeat, ten years is a long time to remain closed off to the world even if you have spent your entire life believing in the same thing.

text;

[neverbeenworse]

But some things shouldn't change. Ever.

[He knows, in some tiny corner of his head, that he's being unreasonable but he sincerely can't wrap his head around the idea of that sort of change]

[Video]

[ih8spiders]

[So it looks like he's not the only one upset by a mere message from the future.]

I got notes, but none from my future self.

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[neverbeenworse]

From people you knew? Saying things they would say to you?

[Video]

[ih8spiders]

... Yes. The messages were very much things the senders would tell me. [One from China, telling him that he's turned out all right, and another from Mukuro, literally hinting that he's going to end up liking Kuroro.]

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[neverbeenworse]

Oh.

Lucky.