[ he nods, and doesn't ask for more when he sees her expression, looking back at the note. he doesn't take it down. ]
We're almost at the end, and our hostages are safe. The dead are working on making it back, and have been keeping me as updated as they can on it, through the censorship. And for whatever asinine or petty reason someone has opted to throw me under the bus, it doesn't matter when I'm not afraid of death.
It takes the attention off of Diluc, Sheila, and Molly. That matters.
Hmm. [...] I'm hardly in any place to judge anyone, but I also hardly expected anyone to throw me a parade upon learning what I did. I did it knowing I'd make enemies of everyone.
Surely you realized the people who care about Shinobu and Sylvain would be angry with you.
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We're almost at the end, and our hostages are safe. The dead are working on making it back, and have been keeping me as updated as they can on it, through the censorship. And for whatever asinine or petty reason someone has opted to throw me under the bus, it doesn't matter when I'm not afraid of death.
It takes the attention off of Diluc, Sheila, and Molly. That matters.
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Surely you realized the people who care about Shinobu and Sylvain would be angry with you.