the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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Saturday

[noneforall]

[Hello, darkness, our old friend! That is to say, they probably end up spending a lot of time in silence in the room just. The one scribbling, the one reading, and there really isn't any reason to speak up or disturb the peace most of the time. Saturday is no different, even if the quality of the silence probably differs at least a bit.

Subete is mostly flipping idly through the book he usually carries with him again, rather than going for anything particularly new or exciting. At length:]

Notes on the trial? Or notes on what comes after?

[Asked rather casually into the air like he's just kind of picking up a nonexistent conversation, just because he can.]

[notbymyside]

[Wow what a book to be reading for fun.]

Collecting my thoughts, mostly. It's easier to arrange them on paper and re-read them than it is to arrange them in my mind.

[It's fine, they can go with this conversation.]