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Tian-sama is gone.

You're certain?

I have his journal.

I see.

[And... he'll stop by later. Just long enough to make sure Souji's not about to snap, and to be quiet and awkward because he sucks at this 'comforting' thing.]

[They can have the most awkward cup of tea ever. Souji isn't sure how to feel about this]

A most grievous loss.

Thank you for informing us.

[Formal, stilted, hollow - but then, what else can he say?]

You're welcome.

[The brush rests on the page for a long moment.]

Thank you for telling us.

Is there anything you need?

No.

[A pause, and then-]

Thank you.

And anything you'd want? Solitude or company? Truth, now, my friend.

[There's kind of a long pause before a reply comes]

Solitude right now. Company later, maybe.

Right. Let me know, then.

Of course.

I don't fully know what would be proper for him, but I will do what I can, here.

I don't know either, really.

And how would we? He was like neither of us, in the end.

No. But perhaps more like you than me.

[There's a long pause, and a few ink drips]

I hope he got to go home.

Perhaps.

If I could pray, I would pray for that. For all that have gone, but for him as well.

Me too.

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