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[dissonates]

....

I feel weird.

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[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that.

[Private]

[dissonates]

...What was it, then?

[dissonates]

Why do you even want to talk to me?

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

You're a friend of my best friend.

[fate-bent.livejournal.com]

[An. Replying to a male stranger.

Oh yeah, this is an experiment] So it's not just me...

[dissonates]

.... The replica's your best friend?

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

He has been for a long time.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Besides Pere and Van...I had nothing. What else was I supposed to do, after I'd gotten my revenge?

[Private]

[dissonates]

... So... it didn't matter if he destroyed everything.

Would you have died with Van and the others, like he planned?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

No. Well...I didn't know everything he had planned. I think he'd have let me live, though...either that, or I'd have killed him and lived.

[Private]

[dissonates]

... You didn't know?

[dissonates]

I didn't know you were that close.

[dissonates]

Seems like everyone's affected.

[dissonates]

Worrying won't change anything. That's all.

[fate-bent.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel... braver. How about you?

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, he's helped me through a lot of things.

[dissonates]

I'm irritated. I don't like not having control over what I say.

[dissonates]

... Heh. Sure sounds like Luke.

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

What the hell is wrong now?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I wasn't completely his, just yet. Van had a lot of loyalty for me and my family...but he wasn't stupid.

[fate-bent.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's understandable.

In way it's... hm. [An might not have control either, but not like she finishes all her sentences anyway, but amazingly--] refreshing, if scary.

[knightofratatosk]

... I'm sorry.

[Private]

[dissonates]

Probably for good reason. No one was supposed to survive post-replication.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...what...?

[Private]

[dissonates]

Destroying the Score was his ultimate goal - and every memory that it even existed. There was no room for anyone but replicas. Van, his God-Generals, all the originals - we were supposed to die.