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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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Correct. Any and all beneficial information can be located in the Guide given to you. I highly suggest you read it in full. [Sync is smart, but he's stubborn. Hopefully the boy will take these words to heart and actually do as he's told. Dist isn't exactly holding his breath, mind you, but it would be nice to have someone listen to him for a change. But for now, more pressing matters are at hand.]

What is the last thing you recall from Auldrant, Sync?

Yeah, yeah...

[The day someone actually fully listens to Dist would be the day pigs fly. But at least he hasn't tuned him out completely - which he has actually done before.

Maybe because Dist is actually saying something relevant.

He pauses for a moment at Dist's question. Heh. The last thing he recalled...]

I died.

[Flat, straight answer. He didn't care.]

[Ah, so Sync died. Still, that's not...exactly that helpful. Sync died twice on Auldrant, if Dist remembers correctly. Van still had a purpose for him the first time, it seemed. This will be difficult, keeping tabs on the so-called spy himself. Then again, Van gave his word not to initiate an attack...though Dist never did trust anyone's word alone.]

I see... [He's not going to bother addressing Sync's attitude toward it. It's irrelevant.] And before that? What do you remember?

I don't see why this is so important to talk about right now.

[Not that he's hiding anything - he's getting tired of Auldrant being the only thing anyone wants to talk about. Because they all had something in common that way?

Ugh.]

I'll be stuck here for a while, right?

[Not if he can help it.]

Because I need to know what you remember from our planet, boy. People arrive in this place from worlds outside of Auldrant itself, as well as from differing times. What may be the present to you may be the past or future to me.

[God. Replicas. Dist sighs then pauses to think a moment before addressing Sync's last question.]

That is correct. Until our captors see that you are no longer necessary in whatever experimentation we are constantly undergoing, you are released from Luceti...back from whence you came.

[Well, it would be in the future for Dist more than likely, but--]

Fine. I'll tell you. Van was enacting his final plan on destroying the Score for good.

[Why you discriminate, Dist...]

From 'whence I came', huh? Which would be nothing, at this point.

[Ah, so it was that far... Dist closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Yes, Sync was dead then, if van was really going as far as Sync had mentioned. Eldrant - the replica Hod. The so-called "glorious land".]

...I see. Thank you for your cooperation, Sync, as unbelievable as it may seem to say such. Moving on, however...yes. If you happen to be removed to Luceti, you will return to your death. [Don't get too excited now.] And before you ask, it isn't know when are where or even if an individual will be returned or not.

Whatever.

[Oh, but he is excited.]

Too bad. Looks like I'm stuck to be in another pointless life for now.

[Wow, Sync, such a downer. At least Dist doesn't give half a damn to tell you to cheer the fuck up. He really could care less about someone who's abandoned their own life.]

Indeed... Do try and make the best of it here, Sync. You'll find it much harder to truly end your life in this place than it was on Auldrant. [And he'll end that snippet there. Figure it out, replica.] If you're in good health and lack my assistance, boy, then I suppose I'll end this conversation here.

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.

[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.]

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