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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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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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