[As this entry opens, there's several seconds of faint birdsong in the background. A good indicator that Vanitas is outside somewhere. Why not? It's finally overcast and not so glaringly hot, today.
Just when it might seem the journal was clicked on accidentally, a voice finally speaks up, cool and even as always.] Once upon a time, there
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That depends on the decisions I make.
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I want a rematch.
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... which monster am I, Vanitas? Tell me that, first. [ Now her voice is tense. Because it's suddenly occurred to her which monster she might be -- after getting a moment with a dictionary -- and she's none too happy about it. ]
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