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video ● seventeenth reflection

[so obviously set before the elevator opens-

... Saya's tired, Vatheon. Beyond tired, really. She can't even seem to muster up a smile for you today.

Nope, it's all purely sensible and none of her usual outbursts of energy.

She supposes this is what happens when you're lonely.]

So... what... Katsu, Dem, Train and... well, that loser, but am I missing anyone else?

Well Vatheon, as someone who's been here for quite a while now... I can tell you that this never happened before. Is everyone holding up okay?

... and has anyone seen an idiot in a red cloak by any chance?

[because no matter how hard she tries to find him or how much she abuses him and expects him to answer - nothing's working.

so this has to be her last shot.]

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... Tiir-nii is gone too.

[ She shakes her head.

She might literally destroy whoever stole him? ]

Guriko hasn't seen anyone with a red cloak. But she will be on the look out.

... thanks.

[A slight sigh. She should have expected that. If she couldn't track down Matthew, who could?

But now there's a new issue.]

Are you doing alright by yourself...? Do you want some company?

Man, Train's gone too? [ sob kindred spirit why. ]

But this isn't like you, my dear Pokipo friend!

They'll be back eventually, you know. So look on the bright side! When they get back, they'll feel bad for leaving and then they'll shower you in presents and stuff--!!

So! Be like the first wind in autumn--passive, but ultimately bitter and stern!! [ WINK ] Don't let them live this down, huh?

Hah, yeah... weird, right? But his partner hasn't seen him at all either, so I know it's not just me.

[but she laughs a bit]

Mmm...! Of course not. I'm punching Matthew in the face as soon as I see him again, but he definitely deserves it.

Haven't seen the lot of them.

[A slight pause.]

Know of a daft fool who goes by Demyx? Haven't seen his girly fave lately.

Oh yeah, that's Dem... he lives in the apartment right below me, but he hasn't been around either...

Sorry I'm not much help.

Che. Figured he'd go and get something happening to him.

It's fine. Sure we'll see something of them soon. If not, that's what the rum is for.

... your answer to this is to take a drink?

[that sounds... familiar.]

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There doesn't seem to be any sign of them.

... I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

Darn...

There are some leads though.

You remember the island the party was hosted on, in the warehouse, correct?

Mmm, yeah! What about it?

[admittedly she's been spending most of her time looking around in the bubble]

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... It seems people grow attached to others here. I am sorry about your friends.

[ pause. ]

If I see anything, I will inform you.

[There's a shaky laugh at that. Oh if you only knew.]

Mmm... It seems better to have friends than acquaintances, don't you think?

Thanks a bunch either way....

Indeed. However--

Humans are stronger than they appear. Death is not always the first option. Disappearances back home may be likely, but in that regard, they are still your friend.