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[The writing is angry, scrawled - not Daitou's usual neat calligraphy. It's the writing of someone who is angry, sleep-deprived, and tired of seeking without finding]

Give them back, you bastards.

I know someone has to be in charge of this gods-cursed hellhole. Whoever you are, give them back.

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[A long pause, then finally...]

I hate this place.

There are times when it is very easy to hate. I cannot tell you not to. I will not, either.

But sometimes there is still hope.

Hope? Where?

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

You will not find it right away. And it is not something that can be found for you. It takes time.

[Pause]

I hope you're right.

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.

Edited 2010-11-14 02:28 (UTC)

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.

I remember.

You are Lotus-san's father, ne?

Yes. I am.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. I am as well.

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