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[The events of a week and a half ago still hang heavy over Gai's mind, something that's unusual for him. He's had his body altered without his consent, even his mind during a few experiments before, but to have his memory messed with... it's far more disconcerting than even he wants to admit. Add in everything else that happened, and you've got one broody former terrorist leader who can't even take out his unhappiness in the Battle Dome due to that damn virus.

So he opts to express himself in another way that's familiar to him, one that doesn't require any physical exertion. Something tells him that he's not the only one feeling this way right now...

When the journal entry begins, the camera is covered, obscuring its owner. All there is is a song playing over the journals, letting the music and the lyrics speak for themselves.

But that isn't all. Once it finishes playing, a written message will appear in a neat and practiced hand.]

There is a universal constant among this world and every other. The world will always force a choice on those within it: either to sit quietly by and be selected out, or to adapt and change. Those are the only two paths that can be chosen.

Our opponents made a fatal mistake when they expected us to choose the former. They underestimated our desire to survive, and that proved to be their undoing. We rose to the challenge, and we survived. And we will keep on surviving, no matter what they may try to send at us. We won't roll over and play dead the way they expect us to.

Well done, Luceti. You should be proud.

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You have something you need to accomplish in your world?

[Gai definitely sympathizes with that. If he hadn't already achieved his goal before he arrived, he'd be just as eager to go back.]

Something to accomplish and a duty to fulfill to be precise.

[If it wasn't for that and because he's not stupid enough to forget that he doesn't deserve any of the few good things Luceti has given to him, Ikki probably wouldn't be as eager and adamant to leave as he is.]

Good. It's the people like you who can provide the most motivation to the ones who would rather stay here, keep them wanting to move forward too, even if that doesn't mean returning home for them.

Or the ones to punch them in the face if their "move forward" becomes "stand in the way" of those who want to leave. Whatever you prefer.

[And he would, even if Marco, Smoker or Selphie were the ones opposing him, even if Kotomi returned and stood there in his way. The moment there's a chance to get out, he's going to take it, the rest be damned for all he cares.]

Sometimes that's the same thing.

Do you think this will be one of those "sometimes"?

Who knows. But matters are getting more serious now. We may not have the same freedom to stand aside and hope that someone else will solve our problems for us.

Such a freedom doesn't exist anywhere as far as I know. Much less here, otherwise we wouldn't still be here.

You'd be surprised at how good people can be at convincing themselves that it does exist.

I will bet that they are as good as those who say that killing the "evil" guys in the name of "justice" doesn't make then killers themselves and it's not a crime that some people would want to give them punish for.

You'd be right. It's amazing what lengths people will go to in an attempt to pretend that killing isn't actually killing, or that it's acceptable as long as it's justified.

[Gai learned long ago not to bother trying to pretend that it was anything but.]

You won't be amazed enough at it until you watch them scream at Hell's tribunals about how they are heroes, not sinners.

[Ikki personally never needed cold water thrown his way to know that reasons didn't matter in the big scheme of things and that there wasn't such a thing as general justice.]

Or until you see this "wonderful" "friendly" village turn their backs to someone and want their head because something the Malnosso did to them turned them into monsters and caused havoc around. I'll never get tired of how quickly they forget that we're all in the same shit and that it could have happened to anyone.

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