[Voice / backdated to May 11th]

[dissonates]

[It had taken a few days for him to notice a certain housemate's disappearance - the man had been kidnapped, after all, and Asch didn't make a habit of nosing around in his room. It had been instinct more than anything that had made him poke his head in to check Van's room this morning.

The room had been empty. It's a familiar feeling, standing there in a room that used to hold someone important. Not necessarily treasured or even missed, this time, but undeniably important. And there's a fleeting thought, one he has to bury with the rest of the ideas that he doesn't share with people: how long until he's alone again?

...Yep, not sharing that one. He does close the door behind himself, though, sit down on the bed, and open his journal.]

Van Grants has gone home.

[He won't be all that chatty, but the message definitely needed to be conveyed.]

Comments

voice;

[trashed]

That's right, leading pointless lives here is so much better to everyone else. Guess I should've thought about that first.

[Oops.]

voice;

[dissonates]

That's exactly what I mean. You're the only one who thinks it's pointless to live here.

voice;

[trashed]

What? Don't tell me you enjoy all of this.

[He figures Ion would because...well, he's Ion.]

voice;

[dissonates]

A life doesn't have to be pointless even if it isn't enjoyable. I've always lived for more than that- it should be obvious even to you.

voice;

[trashed]

Yeah, says the one who has a reason for living. I don't. I was better off the way I was.

voice;

[dissonates]

Maybe if you spent more time looking for a reason to live instead of just hating everything, you'd be less miserable.

voice;

[trashed]

Or maybe I won't. What's the point of looking for a reason to live now of all times, anyway?

voice;

[dissonates]

You're currently in a place where you won't die even if you're killed. Since you don't have a choice, I'd have thought this would be the best place to find a reason to live.

voice; i love how all these threads are now very ironic with Sync...

[trashed]

We'll get sent back eventually, right? It's not like we'll be here forever.

I still don't see the point.

voice; sync's true happiness derives from getting people murdered

[dissonates]

Any existence is temporary. Here or there, inevitable death doesn't mean life isn't worth living.

Is there some kind of pre-programmed rule that replicas have to completely lack confiction?

voice; yup, pretty much

[trashed]

Maybe to you.

[Oh, Asch...] It's not a per-programmed anything!

voice;

[dissonates]

Prove it, then. Find some way to live your own life, and stop acting like every little thing is a personal affront against you.

[BECAUSE YOUR BITCHING IS ANNOYING and coming from Asch that should mean a lot.

Not that he's actually expecting his words to change a damn thing, but hey, every little bit... sort of... almost helps.]

voice; pre-programmed* yeah i can type

[trashed]

Live my own life? Yeah, that'll work. But it's not like you're going to listen to me, anyway.

[DANG ASCH. But that's okay because he doesn't care if he annoys people or not.

Oops.]

voice; are you suuuure

[dissonates]

I could say the same to you. Either way, I'm not going to waste my time.

voice; ...nope not really.

[trashed]

I won't be either. So I guess we're done here.

voice; I knew it

[dissonates]

Hn. [How incredibly coherent. He's in agreement with Sync though (for once), so with that he shuts the journal.

Pleasant conversation as always.]