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[ And this time she'll actually reply to people because her mun is trying not to fail so hard. Kira's up in her web again, between two trees near the bar. She's sitting, looking down at her stomach, where there is a spray of red over her white clothing. The fabric's not torn, so it's pretty obvious the blood isn't hers. ]

Hmm, he did it anyway, even though I told him not to. Now what will I do?

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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

You are rather strange, aren't you?

[7th-experiment.livejournal.com]

Crazy. That's the word they use.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Hm, I suppose so. Ah, but that blood is not yours, is it? What happened?

[7th-experiment.livejournal.com]

I told him not to, but he did it anyway. Now they'll stop giving us pencils for a while, so no one else does it either. [ She mimes a jabbing motion at her eye. ]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Bristles a little.] And this person. Is he dead?

What is it you told him not to do?

[7th-experiment.livejournal.com]

[ Deflates. ] Yes. Dead dead dead. Useless and dead and gone and dead. It's a waste, such a waste, I told him it would be a waste.

Not to do it. Suicide, they call it. Now I'll have to find a new one.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Then you have taken a life, little one.

Suicide? You wanted to kill yourself?