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[isdf]

HELLO

"Greetings. This is Kisaragi Yuma."

GOODBYE

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[handfast]

Then why did you tell me you were seven last time?

[isdf]

It was eight.

I was under the influence of a curse. It wasn't my birthday, either.

[handfast]

Then what about that answer to your question?

[isdf]

[As he was the last one out, Yuma has no idea to what Hak is referring.]

Answer . . . to my question?

[handfast]

Something about being strong for a seven year old.

[ he was sort of dying and being escorted out so everything's a bit fuzzy. ]

[isdf]

. . . You must mean the Q&A at the bar.

[He looks away for a moment, thinking.]

Based on my understanding of the situation, that wasn't the correct answer, so it may have been an arbitrary number chosen by the powers behind it.

[handfast]

They must really like the number seven then.

[ once again becomes convinced yuma isn't seven...okay. ]

Did someone already tell you the answers to your questions?

[isdf]

[Yuma, still lying through his teeth, inwardly relaxes a little. Next week will smite him for this by revealing his thoughts.]

While I don't quite understand them, Mafuyu relayed the answers that were correct.

[handfast]

[ a pause as he looks up. ]

Did you agree with them?

[isdf]

It is as I told Mafuyu. While I agreed with the first, the second and third were . . . odd.

[handfast]

Odd?

[ what does that mean ]

[isdf]

Given the choice, they were not answers I would have provided for myself.

[handfast]

But they were the right ones that got you out.

[ huh. what does that mean? ]

[isdf]

Indeed. Did you agree with yours?

[handfast]

[ thinks about what mafuyu told him ]

Yeah. I do like money. [ and he already has a cool title. ] I wonder how they picked the other choices.

[ some of them were.....kind of painful. ]

[isdf]

[Money . . . ]

You haven't asked them?

[handfast]

Who am I supposed to ask? Whoever's in charge of this place?

[ he leans back. sighs. ]

It's like those rocks all over again. They know way too much about us.

[isdf]

Are you referring to the mausoleum by the estate? It had quite the number of good things to say about you.

[handfast]

Of course it only had good things to say about me. There are only good things to say about me.

[ factually untrue but he is going to move on. ]

But the point is, it's like they know everything about us. [ a dismissive gesture with one hand. ] Even when we were trapped in there, all the people we saw were people important to us, right? Not just random strangers.

[isdf]

[If only he could go back to when he felt the same way . . . ]

. . . Indeed. I recognized some classified information as well.

[handfast]

[ hak looks over, frowning. ]

Like what?

[isdf]

[Yuma smiles.]

It's classified, so I can't tell you.

[handfast]

Don't you think I get a pass since I was there?

[ don't be such a stick in the mud, yuma. ]

What if it helps us find a way out of here?

[isdf]

[It's because Hak was there that he gets even less of a pass.]

It won't. I know that for certain.

[handfast]

And how do you know that?