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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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Daitou... [Grahh, inkblot.]

That won't bring them back. It won't. It can't.

I can try. It's all I can do.

Enough people have yelled over the journals about this. The most that happens is that people die.

If I can damage this place in the process, maybe it's worth it.

Yeah, and how do you plan on damaging something that you can't even see? If you die because of this, then you die and nothing's changed! At least wait to learn something before dying for it.

I'm a fighter, not a scholar. I know that much.

Yeah, okay, I understand that. But that doesn't mean that you go and do something stupid. What if Thalassa comes back and finds out her brother died for something like this?

You're not a scholar, so team up with somebody who is.

[Some pentaps as he...actually considers this. He's not quite lost enough is own anger to not see the logic in it. He doesn't actually write a reply right now, though]

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.

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