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[betrayedblade]

[He's sitting--lounging--in a chair with the communicator pointed at him from a table or counter in front of him. He looks very contemplative. Like he's considering whether to make this post or not.

He leans forward abruptly, his arm outstretched towards the device, the hand out of sight as it hovers over the off switch, his eyes intensely staring at the camera.]

He's back. Steer clear.

[Click.]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[You can have a reply when you next turn it on anyway: laughter.]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[He won't be checking, but you can laugh at him anyways next time he posts Giovanni. It'll be a real encouragement for him to keep trying to hold his sanity together.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Oh I'm sure the crazed laughter of an Assassin would make anyone want to hold onto their sanity.

He could say words--but they would do no good. They both knew the truth. There was no where for Seifer to go. Even if he left the city... it would just be to run away towards nothing. A cop-out. Another failure.

Always a pity now Seifer.]

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[He is very pathetic isn't he. But he's not running away; he's running back. Finding Accido, the scientists, the way back home: this is priority. Maybe it'll make a fool of him, but he can go no lower at this point.

He never does know when to give up.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He can search all he wants--Giovanni would might even help, too--but it isn't likely to be fruitful. It really is a pity this had to happen; you were so much useful before.]