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The root of heresy needs to be burnt to crisp

with over thousand innocent souls without remorse or guilt thereafter.

No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

Remember, we all are walking under the immortal shadow of Him.

His light shines so brightly, it will guide us to our foreseen destiny that is in our grasp.

A great moment we all should not pass.

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And Bella119 is dumb.

Hybrid of Fate is nothing. She needs mental help.

cathrl, do u want to be my daddy? I won't promise to be a good girl :D

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Word count: Approximately ten thousand words, 18 pages

Bad. O.O

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They are the cancer to our society.

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with over thousand innocent souls without remorse or guilt thereafter.

No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

Remember, we all are walking under the immortal shadow of Him.

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Hybrid of Fate is nothing. She needs mental help.

cathrl, do u want to be my daddy? I won't promise to be a good girl :D

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He was silent for a moment before responding with a gentle chuckle. "Don't be silly, Mother. I can't bring myself back to life. I certainly wouldn't want a repeat of what happened the last time I left my post for too long. Besides, just think of what the neighbors would say."

. T_T

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Voice quivering, she asked him, "Is that why you stopped coming?"

Tom knows a few magic tricks. :-)

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He gave her a knowing smirk – she couldn't do anything about what he'd said and he knew it. "What? I was only answering your question," he said. A moment later he added, "Don't you have anything to say besides my name over and over? I understand it must be surprising to see me, but there must be something else you've thought of that you wished you could tell or ask me, over the years.

We are but men, not gods. T_T

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"…Of course, Joshua," she said, and moved to sit with him on the bed, near the corner where he'd been tossing all the clothes he'd examined and decided he hadn't wanted. She picked up a stiff pair of jeans and began to fold it with trembling hands, though she knew there was no real reason for her to do so. They'd be moving in just a couple days, and aside from a few small sentimental items that they could remember him by, they'd be donating most of his things to charity or throwing them away. What reason would they have to lug his old clothing with them? They wouldn't have anything to do with it but leave it in another closet, not seen or touched by anyone but whoever they hired to be their new maid when she came to dust. This was supposed to be a fresh start.

The defenders put up a stout resistance

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"I would appreciate that," she said. Because what else could she do? She could say she wanted to talk, but it would just make her husband uncomfortable, and she wouldn't be able to say what she was really thinking about, anyway. She could tell him everything, all the guilt she was feeling and the confusion over everything Joshua had said and the memories she'd relived the night before, but the most comfort she would get would be a sympathetic kiss and an assurance that it was just a dream. Even if she didn't mention seeing him, if she'd just told him she'd been thinking about things and wondering what they should have done differently, she'd just be told not to worry about it. That the past was gone, Joshua was in a better place now, and he wouldn't want her to be sad. Empty reassurances from someone who hadn't seen what she'd seen, and wouldn't believe it if she told him.

Don't overreact to the bad news - take it easy

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Word count: Approximately ten thousand words, 18 pages

Atuqtuaq has lived in the North all his life and has never visited the South

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No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

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(Would that count as a nightmare or a dream?)

I want to tell you the story

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But this wasn't fear. This was hearing him talk about a Game and wanting to think This isn't my son, this isn't really him but knowing that it was. Because he wasn't just talking about a Game, he was sitting with a piano-player's posture on the edge of his bed in his favorite button-up shirt looking through boxes of his old things for a piece of sheet music he'd hand-written when he was a child, and she knew the priest had been wrong. He hadn't already moved on; he was right here, and the evil thing in him hadn't been released when he died - it had been sealed to him. It was entwined around him still, and now she couldn't even hope that he could ever get better. She no longer had to be afraid that she would lose him; she already had. So she wasn't scared anymore. Now all she could feel was overwhelming guilt and grief.

Come on...

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No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

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"But… why? Why did you want to do it?" She wanted to reach out and touch him but she was afraid her hands would go right through him. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. ("No, Mother, you don't understand," he says, and he's smiling now, grinning wildly, though his eyes still look panicked. "I told you, I'm not leaving Shibuya." She reaches out to touch him but he shoves her hand away and breaks out in a run towards the front door. She calls out to him, but doesn't force him to come back. He doesn't really have anywhere to run to, and she knows he'll realize it eventually.)

I'm too curious

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He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "My job was fun for a while, but now it's the same routine as ever. At least I have a flexible schedule, and minimal dealings with stupid people. That wouldn't be the case in an office job… or a mental hospital."

Impossible.

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And suddenly she understood, not just knew on a surface level but empathized and felt it just as strongly as if part of her vision had been ripped away from her and submerged in Joshua's soul, why he'd left. Why he refused to come back. Because no one understood. Because no one could. Because the things he'd seen, real or not, had not just distracted him from the world around him but had shaped his entire perception of life into something no one else shared. And so he lied, and pretended, and behaved in ways that didn't make others uncomfortable and didn't land him more time in therapy – but that meant he was alone with the things he saw. Now she had a small taste of that, and as she bit her tongue to keep herself from crying again, she wondered if he'd known. If he'd calculated their encounter just to give her a taste of her own medicine, his own form of revenge. Or maybe he just wanted to punish her for trying to forget him, by reminding her in detail she what he looked and sounded and smelled like. Preventing her from obtaining whatever closure the act of getting rid of all his old things and moving away was supposed to provide.

What is that?

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She said nothing in response and he shrugged, putting his box of tapes aside and reaching for another, this one full of books. "Well, you don't seem to have anything else to say," he said, as he retrieved an old photo album, "so let's get back on topic, shall we? No, I'm not bound here, and I haven't visited this house in a long time, but I always used to think I'd see you when you died. Your Imagination isn't all that strong – neither is Father's – but I could have always taken advantage of my position, if I'd wanted to. Kept you in existence, whether you earned it or not. Maybe I would have, maybe I wouldn't have – but I could have, if there was anything I wanted to say to you. Now though – well, unless you come back for a visit, and suffer some terrible luck in the process, you won't die in my domain. You'll have to go through someone else's Game. You won't last half of it, and there's nothing I'll be able to do. I won't even know when it happens."

this is gold...

Down with Critics United!

They are the cancer to our society.

The root of heresy needs to be burnt to crisp

with over thousand innocent souls without remorse or guilt thereafter.

No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

Remember, we all are walking under the immortal shadow of Him.

His light shines so brightly, it will guide us to our foreseen destiny that is in our grasp.

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He shrugged. "Everything was boring. Boring and pointless. I wanted the power to mix things up a bit." (After he dies she goes to café on Cat St. that Joshua liked so much. At first she's full of suspicions – how had Joshua even gotten that gun? – but after a few minutes of talking to the barista she can't deny that he's grieving, too, and then all that's left to ask him is where she went wrong and what he did differently. "I told him my opinion sometimes, when he asked it," the man says, rubbing his neck, "but I think the reason he gravitated towards me was that I heard 'im out. A lotta the things in his head were real interestin'. And who was I to say it wasn't real? Reality can mean lotsa different things to different people, and clearly this Game stuff was pretty real to him." He smiles, a bit sympathetic, a bit reassuring. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' you shouldn't have tried to help him… but sometimes when people have problems, they just wanna be listened to. Not fixed. I'm sorry for your loss.")

What is that?

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No sacrifice is too great and no treachery too small.

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And in the end, it didn't really matter if it had been, did it? It was just as fleeting as a dream; just a flicker of contact that reopened old wounds and didn't solve anything. The encounter had produced no satisfying answers, no good memories, no thread and needle to repair their ruined relationship and no chance of ever seeing him again. Nothing but a reminder of what she'd done wrong.

this is gold...