Messenger Box

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If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.

Messenger birds, action, what have you.

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No need to apologize when I share your thoughts. I want to have faith people won't learn the hard way but that would be against my instincts.

[He taps the table with the fingers of his left hand. He'd seen the results when the battles happened. Aiada's shrine yet another.] The people of this world want to bury the past. All except for the Shaarnathians. The researchers seek the truth but records have been altered and songs distorted over time. Theasthai has only one left to give even a hint of what was.

[His homework on the subject included things that need to be known. Sometimes he has nightmares of the sad eyed animals that he had helped put down.]

It is human to want to hide it. I agree with you on that. But that's how people like Enoshima and power struggles begin.

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[Jade takes the time to finish his drink while Komaeda's talking, setting his glass down gently once the other's done.]

So the researchers of this land have an eye out for the truth no matter how troubling it might be? If so, that eases my troubles somehow. That aside, in light of what's been discussed... I have two more requests I'd like to ask of you.

[He gives his glasses a casual push before taking out a certain piece of paper and sliding it towards Komaeda.]

One of your acquaintances--Red, I believe that's how he referred to himself--has given me a list of local researchers that I could get in touch with. Do you have any recommendations as to who I should approach first?

Secondly... could you elaborate on what you mean with regard to Enoshima and power struggles?

[For however much he disliked her that moment, he is still mildly curious about the puzzle and twisted personality that's Junko Enoshima, and perhaps what may have brought her to this state of being.]

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Rebekkah Forsyth. You will need to get a meeting directly with her. She sometimes ignores office pings.

[He flags the waiter down and orders a hot sandwich to give him time to think about how to word things. By the time the man disappears with a flirty wink he ignores, he has a constructed plan.]

Imagine if you could predict everything around you. Joys and new lasted only a few seconds at best. How quickly would you start to seek anything new?

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Thank you. I will keep that in mind.

[Komaeda's order is joined by Jade's request for some grilled salmon, and while that wink felt several times unnecessary, Jade isn't thankfully allowed much time to ponder upon or comment about that by virtue of Komaeda's carefully crafted response.]

Quicker than water dries in a desert, I'd say.

[He says wryly. It's this similarity he's shared with Junko that's made him feel a certain connection with her, after all. And maybe even subconsciously give her a chance despite her rather colorful history in and out of Empatheias.]

I take it she had no one to look up to or anyone to, for the lack of a better word, set her straight?

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[It takes a moment to sort back over what he remembers. He puts the flirting waiter out of his head. He'll rebuff a second attempt if it happens.]

As far as I know if she did. She killed them. Everyone she ever loved and cared for became sources of despair. Her lover. Her sister. Even her beloved classmates were to be sacrificed.

Despair is unpredictable to her. Like a drug addict in need of a fix she seeks it. [It's how she had wired them. His human hand clenches into a fist, thunder rumbling from far away. When it comes to Enoshima, he can say everything in the world to say he's over her and all she did. But anyone with eyes would know better. There's murder in his eyes and he shuts them. He breathes slowly until the violent urge to find her and throw her from island has passed.]

In short we have a brilliant machine that's seeking the latest high.