practicality

Hope? Where?

[still an angry scrawl - he doesn't believe that for a moment]

Look, if you're still reading this - and I'm pretty sure you are - at least consider it before doing something stupid. There's a party tomorrow at the bar. You probably won't feel like celebrating, but it might help to be around people.

[There's a pause as he rolls his pen in his hands, wondering what else to say.]

I'll miss her too.

[Another long pause]

Thanks.

I believe I am. From what I have seen, I am. But each person approaches it differently.

If you would like any support, or help, I would be glad to give it. I am Gai.

I'll remember.

I'm Daitou - I think we talked.

I think we have as well. But I would not expect someone who was hurting to remember everything, especially something as unimportant as my name.

Good.

I'm sorry.

We're all waiting for someone, or something. Yelling about it solves nothing. They'll pop up in cocoons and be reborn, if that's what the Tree wants. Otherwise you have to figure out what you're going to do without them. Everyone's going through pain.

[ooc: I apologize for him...he actually does like you, Daitou.]

But he's not here now.

[Logic? What's /that/?]

No, we keep living. The Tree will do as it pleases.