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[trashed]

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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[trashed]

What a shame. [Here he was thinking off he could throw himself into this planet's core and be done with it. Or something.]

Good. I'm getting tired of talking to you guys anyway.

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[its_rose_damnit]

[Ugh! What a troublesome little whelp - truly one of Van's wretched little dogs. Uncultured, uncivilized, and a right pain in the ass. Dist shuts his journal with a curt snap and sits up. Fine, whatever. If Sync isn't going to take his advice (which he wasn't even obligated to give, mind you!), then that's his prerogative. The dimwitted replica can get frostbite for all he cares.

Van can rescue his stray pup if he so desires. Birds of a feather and all that.]