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[passio]

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening!'
'O-wah, o-wah, o-wah!'
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'

A poem by Sakutaro Hagiwara, that I heard once from a friend. It seems things have calmed down since #FFFFFF arrived, but I wonder if that's the end of it.

How is everyone's literary analysis? I think we should be prepared for more mysterious messages, and maybe there's a way to prevent it before it gets bad.

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[thriftea]

[Ah, but that question. It brings all sorts of unpleasant memories to mind, but one quickly rises to the very top. His death wasn't her fault—she knows this—and yet carrying him to safety, wishing that she could do more while knowing that she couldn't...

...It's not something that she's worked through quite yet. It is, in fact, something that she tries very hard not to think about, but now she's revisiting it for the first time in a long time.]

i don't know. but it makes me think how heroes put their lives on the line to protect everyone. the best heroes do it because they think it's the right thing to do. it doesn't matter if they get a big reward or if they get hurt. the important thing is helping.

it doesn't seem fair when they die. but THEY don't think that! to them, even if they just saved one person then all of it was worth it. it's their time to go and they... go.

so maybe that's what makes them good.

[She types all of this up, still thinking of that one person, and hits send before she can change her mind.]