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Well, I guess the point is if you're out of your messed up situation, it's supposed to help.

Talking about your feelings or whatever won't do shit if you're still stuck in it, though.

When I left, I was still rather in the thick of it. As I am now. So...yes. Talking about feelings likely isn't a huge help.

Besides, I've seen worse than Ianthe Tridentarius eating someone.

Oh, she seems like she needs therapy too.

Therapy would not help with that.

Then, as they say, perish.

[anyway speaking of which a memory plays wow:

You want to die.

Stuck in this karaoke bar, you wish you were anywhere but here. The girl singing at the front, pausing in her song, asks for you to sing together with her. You say no, of course. You were forcibly dragged here, so why would any of your classmates think you'd agree?

However, your classmate sitting next to you passes the mic onto you. You try to resist, but injured as you are, you're no match for him. As a result, you have to move onto your next strategy. You turn to the girl next to you, knowing she should feel equally against this.

After all, in this broken world, one has no time for cozy relationships. Neither of you has a moment to spare on trivialities like hanging out, when you instead should focus on obtaining more power. Knowing that, she'll be your comrade in exasperation--not that you believe in things like allies or friends, but you'll make an exception for emergencies like these.

Looking at her, though, with her eyes of envy, you realize a cruel truth: she actually wants to sing. She denies it when you call her out, but anyone can see through her feeble lies, and they do.

Traitor. Trash. You knew it. Comrades are just an illusion, and you were a fool for thinking even for a second that you had one. Ugh.

The girl at the front finishes her song, and then with delight looks at the mic in your hand. You fervently try to refuse to sing, insisting that you will absolutely not--but once again, reality is harsh when it becomes obvious that you'll just look even more pathetic if you remain silent as the song plays.

Your heart thuds in your chest. Your palm becomes covered in sweat. You look at the countdown until the song starts. In a raid, such little time would demand your escape. However, with your injuries, that's no longer an option for you. Do you really have no choice but to sing?

To be honest, you'd rather be staring down potential death right now. That sounds better than this hell you're going through.

Nevertheless--

The song starts, and as the others exclaim in joy (god, you're going to kill them when you have the chance), you resign yourself to your fate.]

[me getting jan's character memories.

anyway, she sort of stares at them. is she going to judge them for this inane memory, or...]

...I would hate to have to sing, too.

[STOP

anyway thanks harrow]

Karaoke was a pointless invention.

Truly. I cannot fathom it. If one is possessed to sing, one can do so anywhere. Why go to a particular place just to attempt it?

Guess some people want to bask in the light-hearted atmosphere or whatever.

Ugh. Yuck.

[:handshake:]

They have too much free time on their hands.

Who are they...?

[...

they shift their weight from one leg to another.]

Just a bunch of idiots.

...It's alright. I won't pry.

[they shrug.]

Knowing about them doesn't help your situation any.

No, I suppose not. Knowing more about you might help, but I suspect it makes your situation more precarious.

What, hoping to probe out possible weaknesses in case we end up directly on opposite sides?

Among other things, yes.

Then yeah, doesn't seem like there's anything in it for me to go around talking about myself.

Yes. Well, I meant more that you all appear to be contractually obliged not to reveal too much. But you are right.

Yeah, sorry. [dryly] I'm not a bleeding heart like the others—I'm not going to give you nuggets in hope of befriending you or whatever.

I don't want to be befriended. I just want to talk.

And for what?

Would you prefer I left you alone?

I mean, it's either you or someone else or I get put on phone duty because I'm the only one available. Not like I can get away from having to deal with all of you, one way or another.

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