Maybe you're right... it's harder to tell, with just left-behind voices. Needles in the lungs, pins in the head, splinters in the muscles, not long now, a month, or maybe two.
You... you feel, as well. Like me, but not hurt, though you wish you could. Other things, temporal, ticking, turning. Are you a spirit, too? You don't seem like one.
... I don't know what I feel. Compelled, I guess? Like a certain thing has to happen, even when I'm not sure what it is. It comes and goes.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Roger is suspended upside-down from the ceiling-
-he has a pencil, a sheet of paper, and a hungarian-to-english dictionary-
-Caster is taking notes on a notepad, and has left one out for Kihwa as well, in addition to providing a labcoat for her-
-must do science properly after all-
...What kind is it.
-seems to be enjoying it, if not entirely serious about it-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Drapes the labcoat over her back, imitating Caster-
-Looks at the notepad in front of her-
-Experimentally taps it with her finger-
-They must be well-educated indeed to have so much paper-
-Looks up at Roger nervously-
<What in the Scholar's name...>
Kahsutah... Rrookah.. hourrui
<caster... roger... whydothis>
edited 8th Jul '15 1:13:45 AM by ThanatoSeraph

Is that... something you don't want?
-......Archer was right-
-It's some romance flick-
-But it's not total garbage, it looks kinda okay-