Asa Mitaka

[scrapdraught]

WAR

what is it good for

absolutely nothing

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[hello, fellow burn victim.

asa is taking up a whole bench, laying on her side and staring unblinkingly at the posters.

a little vacantly:]

... Right...

[scrapdraught]

Yeah.

[Hardly quells the sting. Camille's eye drifts back to the bulletin again. It's choked with posters, each more insulting than the last. Old movie riffs and wretched jokes.]

...At least there's proof, now. They're not gone. Just...elsewhere.

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... Yeah.

[she closes her eye.]

Most of us will join them soon.