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I have not posted here before, but I've heard that sometimes, it's helpful to discuss events with impartial observers.

Seijirou just stormed through the Gates looking more like a demon than many of Lucifer's children do; he was still angry, though he looked as though he had fought.

He recognized me not, but as soon as I stood up he passed out on my desk. I left Peter to observe - the boy is old enough now to take on such responsibilities - and took Seijirou back to my rooms. It took little time to heal him and clean off the blood. The wounds weren't deep. I suspected something worse had happened.

He spoke not for some time. When Zero came to see what had happened, he called her by her old name, the one she has never spoken on Earth, and she - I cannot describe her reaction. She might have fainted, I think, were she in the habit of it. Instead she got angry and insisted on having the whole story, right then.

Having heard what his human lover accused him of, I cannot forgive. He may, in time, but I think it unlikely; he has less compassion and understanding of human frailty than I.

They are still talking. She's called him Vimael four times at my last count, and he's used her real name thrice. They sound not at all like themselves, or rather, like who I have grown used to them sounding like.

He sounds like what he is, which is only right, but he has been trying so hard to be something else...

We cannot change, as we are eternal, but every so often there is a human that we have to try for. I only wish that this human had been... but no, I cannot blame the man. He is only a man, and it's too much to ask of any living creature to be all that one like us would need.

I only wish we could learn this lesson without harming ourselves or any others.

There is a new woman here. She dresses like an Outworlder and she talks like a princess, but she's as useless as a child. She understands nothing, least of all the need to make connections. I caught her in - I can't tell you that, but if she'd gone a few steps more I wouldn't have met her, just her pieces.

Nonetheless, she claims to have healing skills. If she can stand Dirk for more than a few days, perhaps she will become an asset.

What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Kiros is your soulmate.

You truly love Seijirou.

You consider Rela your true friend.

You know that Sivier is always thinking of you.

You'll remember Spirit for the rest of your life.

You secretly think Zero is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.

You secretly think that Kaho is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.

You secretly think that Futatsu is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Futatsu changes lovers faster than underwear.

You secretly think Kaos is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Kaos has a hidden internet romance.

No check, no check, check, hopefully no check (you're not stalking me, right, Richter?), check, check, check, check and doublecheck, check. Six out of nine. Could be worse.

I am updating through an ancient laptop (I think it's from about twenty-sixteen, only got a gig of RAM) and the wireless network that Rela and 'Tatsu have somehow managed to get organized. It's broadcasting from... well, nevermind. This thing is only as secure as Tatsu can make it and while I have faith in his hacking abilities, I know there are people as smart as him who are less sympathetic to our cause.

I am here because someone has to watch this place. Nevermind what it is. It's important, though, so I'm here. Actually, so is Une, but the man barely even moves, let alone talks. When we're both awake and in the same place, which is rare, he's either on guard or watching me be on guard. Staring into nothing. Far be it from me to speak ill of a comrade, but I sometimes wonder if he's anything but a soldier.

And I'm taking online quizzes because THERE IS NOTHING TO DO HERE. I have practiced every sword form I know thirty times over. It goes beyond the simply dull into the mind-numbingly POINTLESS. Soon we will be on "creating new and interesting methods of murder just to pass the time".

And we are on radio silence, because Schuu's leading a team of more or less everyone I know into a new base and they're worried about resistance. Ancestors help him.