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[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Holy... [Looking down at some recently developed photos] Ow. Ewwww. Oh ew, broken neck. Ewwwww, someone shot him. Man, gruesome deaths.

... and they look like him. Man, I hope you're okay, because I still need to kill you for this. [looks at another photo] ... UGH.

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[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid of death.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... ooookay...

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What about you?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

What about me?

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

You're scared, aren't you?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

What's your point?

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

Then why the pictures?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Well, it... they were attacking me.

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

And you want the pictures to serve as reminders or something?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

No, but... the camera actually hurt them. Like Asch said.

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

Camera hurts ghosts...? That sound interesting.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It works.

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I would like to see that.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Pulls out the recent picture of the winged Asch and a little girl ghost holding his hand] ... she was just confused...

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I never seen that winged Asch before...and she doesn't look like a bad person.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Most aren't... most just are confused. She must have thought he was her big brother or dad.

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Hmn. [Ion just looks amused.]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... poor girl. I wonder where she lived and what happened to her.

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

Somewhere happier, I guess. ["Better than this trashy world, heh heh."]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Probably.