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[postits]

I'm used to folks moving on. Seen more than enough of it over the years. No one knows what comes next, but the general consensus seems to be that it's a better fate.

I suppose that makes this world not so different from home, after all.

On that note, snow isn't that exciting, and I'm only curious as to who will be next.

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[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course.

It seems no matter how many people leave, that it's still depressing.

[postits]

It is. Even if one is used to it. And still we carry on.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

We're still here.

There were many paths laid out for me, and each time one ended, I died. I can't help but wonder where my next death will lead me.

[postits]

Always.

Elsewhere is as much as I can hope for. It's almost enough to make a man wish he were mortal.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Each of those who left took a piece of this place with them. Perhaps it was time they went home. There is good for Nathan to do elsewhere, I almost consider him lucky for it.

[postits]

Very lucky. Everyone has a quota and a time to go, his just happened to come rather sooner than I expected. Still, we've lost our spark of youth. We may have to resort to drinking with the children.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Ah, we're just going to feel older because of it.

[postits]

I can handle that.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

We are still here for a reason. Perhaps it's to be old.

[postits]

Someone has to, there's entirely too much liveliness around here.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Cane shopping tomorrow? We need something to hit the children with.

[postits]

Absolutely. Then we can sit on a bench and yell at them to get off our lawn.

[monkeybeatspalm.livejournal.com]

No it's not.

[postits]

Already long dead, you can't shock me. Move along.

[monkeybeatspalm.livejournal.com]

I have better things to do with my time.