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( Under the cut )

I often wonder precisely when this place will run out of things to throw at us. It seems a testament to survival how we all continue to persevere and yet...

Mm. And yet at what price? Some return and remember, others...do not. What guides them here and dictates why they may or may not remember.

[A soft sigh, fingers trailing over the communicator to turn it off.]

[Konan flips the device on, walking slowly, peering down at the screen. There's a bark at her side, signifying that Rakuen is with her, trotting along to keep her safe. Konan looks thoughtful however, blue eyes staring and yet...not precisely paying attention either.]

Link-san has numbered those missing...

[Her voice is calm, bordering emotionless, but there is...something there all the same. She pauses near a building, glancing up to watch something unseen pass by before turning her attention back to the screen.]

All seems to be changing. And not for the better, I fear.

[She seems about to say more, but whatever it was is lost, her eyes turning away, that shield coming up once more. She doesn't turn the video off so much as tucks the communicator away, her voice muffled as she speaks one last time.]

Come, Rakuen.

With every trip from another world home...

[The line of thought is cut off as Konan seems to reflect on how precisely she wants to word what she has to say.]

It was...an interesting diversion, as was the one I spoke to...even if perhaps his mouth got the best of him a time or two. But the renewal of supplies was appreciated, all the same.

[Another pause before her voice softens a little.]

It feels...calm, for what I can assume would be fall. Too much so, perhaps. Perhaps it is best we all stay on guard.

[There's the bark of a direwolf...and soft laughter, even, though it cuts out after a moment as the communication is shut off.]


( Private to the Task Force | Unhackable )

...While the sky isn't crying at present...still the town collects the tears.

[Konan glances up from where she is sitting near a window, peering at the communicator, which is being held somewhat shakily, stubby sack arms appearing at the fringe of the screen now and then. She reaches forward, plucking it free gently]

I'll take that, thank you.

All are safe...are they not? I would imagine that most here have the potential to survive, given what we all realize as...

[And she pauses for a moment, as if listening intently to someone unseen. Nothing is heard of the other voice for a moment, before suddenly, soft and quiet Nagato's voice is heard.]

Konan...

I noticed the ringing phonebooth had returned to working condition once more. Did anyone deign to answer it? Was it worthwhile to do so?

[She pauses]

Ryu-san? Link-san? Are both of you well? Others? The dreams...

...Sometimes they are worse than others.

( Private to Zelda )

Nagato...

[There's a brittle steel to her tone, as if she is desperately struggling to cling to her composure.]

Come...Rakuen.

[Whispering to keep her voice level]

[Konan can be seen, staring out at the water, Rakuen at her side, fidgeting. It's obvious the wolf is ready to play, and with a wave of Konan's hand she tears off across the sand, howling.]

She will be able to expend a great deal of energy here, I think...

[The cloak is unfastened, dragged down to reveal her shoulders, and held modestly just over the chest with one hand, the other trailing through the sand idly.]

Beauty such as this is rare. It goes beyond the simple serene image of this place...it's the purity that it seems to hold. Simple...beautiful.

[There's something wistful in her voice as she glances ruefully to the camera, rising, moving to disconnect as she starts off after the direwolf.]

[Konan's voice is very soft as she speaks, and just faintly raspy.]

Link-san...thank you. I worried for a time no one would be able to find me.

[He laughs softly]

I cannot even...begin to explain what happened, what I know of...I am not sure of all of it myself except that...

[She takes a deep breath, and there's a pause to take a sip of water before returning, her voice slightly more even]

I was trapped and I could not escape. I could not find Rakuen...but Link-san has assured me that she is with Roxas-san...

[Here she pauses, as if thinking something over before continuing, some of the words murmured almost too softly to be caught, except by those listening closely.]

What has happened...it cannot be helped, I suppose. The lesson learned is to remain more vigilant.

There was another me...but she was not-

...My apologies. It is easier to say what I think instead of typing it out...but I am unsure if my words are as clear as they should be.