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Valediction

good greetings there, my awful friend, my dearest foeof course

I wont be taking too much of your precious time;

just flogging the dead horse

you left lying on the road.

you see, theres things that form a sum

some things

I couldve said

and theres some things

I shouldve said

or wouldve said

had I been speaking in my mother language

and my brother medium;

think of this as writing us a novel

on this warzones hateful lore

think of this as laying flowers

on the grave of Three-T Bachelor

you know, the one that months ago came terminally ill

of a disease rare among her kindthe one whose cheerful navet would kill

doubt of ulterior motives in her mind

indeed, it was four years of the most unlikely bond

a friendship

at first, between two ends of the hierarchy

in time, the hastily established order

turned into a circle of sorts, a hive of festering anarchy

from afar, I scavenged through the bits of data available

it all became much more plausible than it seemedI thought, we arent that much unlike each other

and we started talking about our common fiends

in time they disposed of you like they did of me...

you can probably recall the bitter times we only had each other, you see,

I remember

the times Kokoro and the Mancers Dilemma were the only things

that kept us from going utterly

insane

remember the times of Mio, or the reactor explosions?

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the times when things could go from bad to worse

yes, every day

I tried to be by your side those blasted moments

but hey, you probably took it as putting up with me anyway

you were the one calling the shots

you were the one shepherding and taking us to the Tree

or to the Philharmonics, which I didnt even know existed

were those times also shots at jettisoning me?

well, a round of applause for credibility

you searched and searched

and finally you found one

a clear shot

when you finally did it

it took you long enough

although you were significantly less convincing

you speak inebriated with the sense of power

yourself, for you created

come later to explain it as sarcasm

hypocrite

you live and love indoctrination

and fighting a disinterested war. I dont want to gloat

but you dont have much of a chance to shake this boat

since your only tactic seems to be isolating me and making me pay

albeit your mirroring seems to forget

that Im the warflower thats either used to it

or very far away

you spoke numerous times of an dark side,

the Akiranow it seems to be flowing through you

a side of you that cant be spoken to

Im speaking to it for the last time, but not for pacifistic reasons

the only warzone I care about is my mind, a world of fiction

that keeps rebuilding after each of these petty treasons

and the final stone block needed

is this very valediction