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... anyone know anything about Reapers and why this one ghost is almost pushing a pin down my throat?

Van made him change his name. What?

...and he listened.

Uh, I said "made him." Like "forced him down to the courthouse and made him since he'd been taking care of him for the last seven years" made him. I think it took a year of this before Asch signed it. I still think Van had to trick him into it.

...your Asch must be very different from the Asches I've met, if he'll bend over that easy. But whatever. Let me know when you've developed your crazy-film, I could use some childish amusement once in a while.

If you call the visits to the emergency room easy, I'd like to see what you'd call hard. And the roll's about done... though, I think you might be able to see something with the stupid Camera Obscura if you look through it.

You don't have to be so dramatic about it. You don't know half of what the others have been through. And I can't see something that doesn't exist.

Geez, you're an idiot. [lifts the camera to his eye and takes a picture of him, then frowns] Armor? Swords?

What exactly are you trying to prove? Anyone would half a brain can tell from the way I carry myself and the various scars on my hands that I've used swords. And I rarely used armor of any type, so you're wrong there, too.

No, there's someone behind you wearing this... weird armor. And... tuning forks? What the hell?

...Uh-huh. You certainly have a vivid imagination... And it's not a tuning fork.

Then what does Ion have one around his neck there?

It's because he's the Fon Master. It's the ...symbol of the Order, I think.

... [raises the camera to his eye again] I didn't think Ion was dead.

Maybe not for you.

Or that he wore a dress like that.

Like I said, it's because he's the Fon Master. He's probably also not a replica where you're from.

We don't have replicas. Yet. He died saving you or something? He looks sad.

Saving Tear, technically. It was his own decision, we didn't get there in time to change his mind.

Oh.

Not so dramatic about your emergency room now, are you. I'll leave you to your pin-stabbing ghosts, or aliens, or whatever the hell they were.

... [walks over next to him] Ion...

...Right. While you play with your ghosties, I'll be going over here, where it's sane.

Bye Ion.

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