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What?!

[He's not really aware that he was being recorded - sure, he'd been messing with the journal, which is probably why it's recording right now. But he's more shocked about the fact that he's alive again.]

But why? [Silence again, for a few minutes as footsteps get farther and then nearer to the journal again.] I was supposed to be--

[Dead.]

This is so pointless!

[He pauses one last time, and then decides that kicking his book would do him good. There's the sound of his foot making contact with it, and then the sound cuts.]

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[WHO KNOWS THIS IS SYNC WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.]

I don't need anyone's help. Why do you care, anyway?

... Well, why shouldn't I? You deserve it as much as any of us.

No, I don't. But it will become my business if you choose to do something that may to harm to any of the other villagers. [She may know better, but she can always be patient and perhaps hope that he exhausts himself arguing before he actually does something.]

[You people stop using logic on Sync...]

Yeah, right. That's a lie.

[No one really cares about poor poor Sync. At least he thinks so.]

[Exhausting himself arguing...haha.]

Still as noble as always, huh? I won't hurt your precious villagers as long as they leave me alone.

[She could always hope he would ~~hit puberty like Ion~~ see common sense once in a while, couldn't she?]

I wouldn't say it's nobility, so much as common sense. With the number of people in this enclosure to antagonize the wrong person would be to bring about unnecessary troubles for yourself.

[~~He is magnificent specimen of masculinity, hush.~~

Van opens his eyes at the sound of Sync's voice and stands, a bit stiffly, like he's sore. Which naturally means he is in such a good mood. He drops the coat around Sync's shoulders like he might drop it on a coat rack. No, he isn't going to ask first. Take the damn coat.]

No trouble, I take it? [He'd better not already be getting into trouble...]

It's not a lie! So many people are trying to help you, aren't they? Even people you don't know!

[He would say "I care", but he has a feeling Sync would just scoff at that.]

[~~yeah yeah okay...~~

If the coat had been from anyone else, Sync may have thrown it back -- or better yet, may have thrown it on the ground. But there is the fact that he is cold, after all, and he knows Van probably wouldn't take it back.

So he puts it on, and looks up when he answers the question.]

No. [What kind of person does he think Sync is? Surely not a troublemaker!] The only annoying people I've encountered are on this. [He holds up the journal and rolls his eyes, as if to further prove his point.]

I stayed out of sight while I was walking over here, like you told me to do.

Because I'm new, like a toy. Give a little while, they'll get bored of me just like they do with everyone else I'm sure.

[He wouldn't just scoff, he'd laugh too.]

[Yeah, but the chance of that happening right now are slim to none. You're fighting an uphill battle, Tear.]

Stop warning me. Don't you think I know how people react to things by now? I'm not stupid.

Don't underestimate how useful the journals can be.

[Now, the normal 'Welcome to Luceti' tour involves getting possessions, maybe a bite to eat, concerns about the new arrival's wellbeing... But no matter how pleased he is to see Sync, this is still the Van-was-recently-experimented-on 'Oh, you're here, replica' tour.

So what Sync gets is a hand on his shoulder, ~~pulling~~ guiding him in the direction of Van's apartment.]

We'll discuss your living arrangements someplace warmer. [Someplace less likely to be overheard, more like.]

[Sync doesn't say anything to that. He doesn't doubt Van, really, but he can't really see much benefit in the journals at the moment anyway. All it's done so far is just give him a headache.

Then again, between appearing here and his fit, he probably very well could've given himself that headache.

He lets Van guide him, thinking it over.]

I don't want to live here.

[But at this point, after fighting with everyone else about it, he's getting tired of it. As much as he throws a tantrum, it isn't going to change the fact that he was alive, was it?]

But I guess I don't have a choice, do I?

You'll have to live here; you'll find dying quite impossible, at least for more than a week at a time. Or so they claim, I haven't tested it myself.

[Of course now that he has a suicidal replica, he certainly could test it... but perhaps Sync will be a bit less eager for death if all it makes him is even more disposable, with no chance of escape. Welcome to Luceti, there's a little bit of hell here for everyone.]

That's not true. There are good people here, if you'd just let them care...

[Uphill is better than not fighting at all.]

I know you're not, but you can be rash.

Tch.

[If it's only for a week, then why bother? It would be pointless.]

Figures it would be something like that. I am here, after all.

How do you know that's not true? You don't know anything, seeing as how you've always been surrounded by people who need you.

[More power to you, Tear.]

Glad to know you think you know me, then.

... It wasn't always like that.

And people need you, too! You just don't want to see it!

I never claimed that, though I can say the same about you I believe.

Tch.

The only people who've ever needed me are people who want to use me. That's all I'm good for.

And why do you say that? It's not like there is much to know about you.

I'm certain that anything that may be needed to know about me has already been told to you by Van. [Though she has no idea how much it is.]

[What isn't pointless to Sync?

Van is content to walk in silence, leading Sync towards one of the community housing buildings. Once they get close enough, he holds out a hand to stop Sync.]

Asch and his replica live in this building. [Implied in the tone is 'And so do I.']

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