[tropical getaway] catchall for kasane

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I-K-N-O-W

[She doesn't look like she doubts her at all. Instead, she accepts everything she's saying as truth with a nod.

This is exactly why Flayn died.]

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[Haha, it sure is! Flayn... really does remind her of Iku-senpai. This is why she died.

She sighs, pressing a hand against her chest. Be still, her heart.]

I realize you might've only just regained yourself. But... have you learned anything new?

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T-H-E-O-T-H-E-R-G-H-O-S-T-S-H-A-V-E-B-E-E-N-H-E-R-E-A-L-O-N-G-W-H-I-L-E

[She looks troubled, though; clearly, she isn't sure what to make of that information.]

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[Oof. It takes her a second to string those letters into a sentence, but.]

... Have they all been here the same amount of time? Or does it vary between them?

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I-T-V-A-R-I-E-S

[Her expression falls, and she hesitates before pointing once more.]

W-E-D-E-A-D-A-R-E-T-R-A-P-P-E-D

[Another moment's hesitation, and then another - she folds her hands and places them in her lap.]

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... I'm sorry. You don't deserve this.

[... Hm. That hesitation, though. She bites her lip, and gently adds:]

Is that all you wanted to say, Flayn-san?

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...

[A pause, and then she nods.]

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... Are you really sure?

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...

[She nods again, but she looks slightly less sure than before.]

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[Oh... Don't like that.]

Whatever it is... It's okay if you tell me. I promise I'll stay calm, no matter what. You trust me, don't you?

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[A moment's hesitation more, and then Flayn reaches out to point from letter to letter again.]

I-W-A-N-T-D-I-M-I-T-R-I-T-O-M-A-K-E-I-T-H-O-M-E-S-A-F-E-L-Y

[...which is going to be difficult, given... the numbers.

Hence her hesitation.]

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[... Ah.

Her expression softens. Yes, that's going to be difficult considering they're on an island full of cowards.]

I want him to make it home safely, too. I wish you could both make it home safely.

[It's sincere, actually, because she doesn't hate Flayn at all. She was just... convenient.]

... But we're almost out of time. If we had found the one who orchestrated this, would things be easier?

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I-D-O-N-O-T-K-N-O-W

[She wishes she knew, but she doesn't.]

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[She sighs, though she's not terribly surprised.]

You guys only know as much as we do, huh?

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[Flayn considers that, then nods slowly, because that sounds about right.]

why did i delete the notif for this r i p

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[... Well, that figures.]

Is there anything you need me to pass on...? Before... whatever happens tomorrow.

oh .......... i figured we all just got busy

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B-E-S-A-F-E

["Tell him to be safe" is too long to point to, Flayn is tired of pointing long sentences.]

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[It's fine. At least, from the context, she can figure out who she means.]

I'll tell him.

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[Flayn smiles, her expression shifting into one of relief.]

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