Sunday's inmost thought:
I just wanted to talk to someone...
Monday's not-as-inmost thought:
I wish they could play with for as long as I can play with them...
Tuesday's outcome:
It's... showtime...
I'll be honest. In case you decide it's better to hate me, go ahead. I don't know shit about the rules that dictate how relationships have to be. I'm just, trying to do what I wish they had done to me. Just telling the truth. And all this mess could have been prevented. We'll all go ahead. Don't worry if it hurts, it will go away as soon as it has to go.
—I would like to start the new round of thanksgiving, if you don't bother, my fine gentlemen.
—Sure, take the first shot.
—I would like to thank all the people who were there yesterday playing with us. You probably don't know how much it was important. It's been quite a long time since we last got the chance to play with friends like that. It may look stupid, and it probably is, but if there's one thing I learned with all these years, is that nothing has any value at all, unless we want it to have. Here's for many other moments like this one to come.
—Nice shot, sir. As our second guest, a thanksgiver coming from the lands of the north, a survivor of the War of Hatred.
—Heh... don't need all that. C'mon. So, as much as you know I ain't the first guy to say thanks, and... I ain't that wise when it comes to using words. I would like to give my most sincere thanks to the girl of the stories. Or Amy, whatever you prefer. I know, I know, saying names ain't the most polite habit in these reunions, but I just thought it would be nicer to really point out who should receive these honors. I don't really know what might have gone through her head while she helped us, but I'm just glad she was there. Thanks for the mere act of giving a shit and going there.
—Well spoken, very well spoken. My fine gentlemen, our third guest is a man from the old times, a returner who had been taken dead for months.
—I... fear my health may still be too fragile for such emotions but... I would like to thank those who formed the Magic Square with us. It's been such a long time... I remember how I felt that I wasn't much of a part of it. All these strange first impressions we have... in a way, we are always imature. I wish I could be on those conversations for more than a couple of hours. Thank you, my dear Magic Square companions.
—Our fourth and last speaker, Mr. Gruemeyr!
—Thank you all who held the bullets in these dark days... I'm sure it won't be long before we can breath again. Reunion... dismissed!
Applauses.
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