[voice]

[implanta]

[Well this week had sucked, hadn't it? First Roy didn't remember anything, and now when she definitely needed someone she held close to hear her out after trying to shoot Replekia at the barrier...

Touma was gone.

She hadn't ever been in his room, but when it was devoid of things that would have made it his, with a goodbye/apology from him...?

So she sat on what was his bed and cried. A lot. The Malnosso were taking a toll on her pretty nicely this week, weren't they? If anything else were to happen...


After a little bit of time, and when she had slowed down the crying and gone back to her own room, she cracks open her journal and makes a quick message as best she can:]

Touma Kamijou has... he's left.

[Her voice was starting to crack again, it was best to end that message there.]

Comments

[written]

[implanta]

Yes. I went to see him and it's as if he was never there.

[written]

[repudiate]

[ Oh well, she might as well change to written too, it's easier - and it's easier to hide the surprise that way too. ]

Are you sure he didn't just go out to do something stupid and reckless? It wouldn't surprise me.

[written]

[implanta]

I'm sure. I got a goodbye note. He knew he was leaving.

[written]

[repudiate]

He even knew about it.. I wonder if he found the exit out of this place then, or something like that. Maybe he convinced the Malnosso to let him go.

[written]

[implanta]

Maybe the Malnosso tell them right before they leave and if they want to say anything to people before they send them. Either way, I know he's gone.

[written]

[repudiate]

... Yeah. I guess he must've been relieved to at least write a note to.. wait, did he just leave one for you? Then the two of you must've been pretty close.

[written]

[implanta]

I don't think I saw any others. I... yes, I suppose we were. He was always kind to me, always helping me.

[written]

[repudiate]

Yeah, that's the way Kamijou-san is. He really did seem like the kind of guy who just wanted to help out people as much as possible, even up to a point where it was nearly idiotic.

[ she means it fondly, though. ]

Sorry for your loss.

[written]

[implanta]

He... was an idiot, yes. But a kindhearted one who... just wanted me to be happy.

[written]

[repudiate]

I'm sure it's what he wanted. I'm sorry that the two of you had to be seperated like that.