[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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Date: 2010-11-14 12:41 am (UTC)From:You're treading dangerous ground.[struck a few seconds later]We have no way of knowing who will be returned here and who won't. In this situation, at least, you're correct. We wait.
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