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Leave all of my messages on the refrigerator door.
Don't eat everything in the kitchen.
Don't have obnoxiously loud parties at the dead of night.
Keep any potential companions quiet.
Don't bother me while I'm doing research.
If it's absolutely necessary to bother me, address me by name first.

Subject to potential updates.

...This whole thing is demeaning.
Pass the hydrocortizone.

...You're joking.
Like hell I'm dressing up.

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Obligatory informing of 'I'm-still-alive' inserted here.

...At least I don't feel like killing myself.





















































































Yet.

................
This is like a failed mission.

Detonator please.

No.
Fucking.
Way.

It looks like I'll be in here for a while.
Wanijima, do me a favour and while you're out and about, bring me some food.

I'll make it worth your while.

No. Not like that.

...
Must.
Find.
A.
Saw.

I'm going to kill this kid.

Hn.
I believe I am actually beginning to miss her.

What's wrong with me?

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Hn.

In situations like this before, the five of us most often paired up. I can see the same thing happening this time. We were always separated, however, to prevent others from finding us. We are not, however, hiding anymore.

It's nothing more than a simple survival trip.
And the five of us are only more than adept at such a field.

The thought makes me nostalgic. Wing ZERO, we could have paired off as well. It would defeat the meaning of everything we fought for, though. In the end, did we do what was considered to be right? That should be for what the individual decides. I am beginning to wonder, myself.