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[ Echo's Journal ] [ Bandito ] East Is Up Covering You

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026 06MOON 17

I think I was so lost in my grief of losing yet another friend that I forgot to look around me, at the friends I have at camp, at Trench herself. I forgot how beautiful this place is.

"Find little pockets of Trench wherever you find yourself, and hold it close."

A phrase I told Clancy once in the backstage dressing room before his segment of Good Day Dema, while pressing a few yellow petals into his palm. He carried them in his pocket during the show.

Let me bring myself back to the present.

I left Dema a few days ago and started the trek back to camp, where I'm sure my friends there will harp on me about going back when I said I wouldn't, and where I know Torchbearer will welcome me back with relief that I didn't stay within those city walls. Leaving felt easier this time, not just because no one stopped me and no Bishops chased after me, but because I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that Nova isn't Clancy anymore and that Clancy is still out there waiting for his moment to start again. Either way, despite the usually negative associations with going back to Dema, it might have been exactly what was needed for me to get to this point.

I've found myself writing again, small things in my journal, things that may find their way in here with these pages, someday. I think I forgot how much I love writing.

For now, I should rest. I still have a trek ahead of me, but from where I'm writing, in the mouth of The Vulture Cave, I can see the smoke from camp just over the way. Home isn't too far now.

-Echo

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026 05MOON 15

i spoke with him today. Nova. He invited me in, sat with me, and we talked. It was... harder than i thought and felt nothing like it used to. His gaze was less empty than it was in the tower, though still distant, and so were his words. i don't think either of us could look each other in the eye for longer than a few seconds, but when it did happen, he looked almost... sad.

the conversation is still bouncing around the inside of my skull. At some point i asked why he offered a robe to Torchbearer and i. i wish i didn't. i knew the answer would hurt. and it did. In return, he asked why I came back, and for the first time since the tower, something in his eyes looked like Clancy again with that friendly concerned look he used to give me. When i answered, he told me that i couldn't stay here, that Dema and its walls were no longer meant for me. i wanted to tell him that they weren't meant for him either, but i didn't manage to get the words out. i still can't get that look out of my head.

i've returned back to my room since then. Maybe i'm waiting for something, maybe i don't want to leave him in this place, but he made it clear when we spoke that he doesn't want me here. The sentiment wasn't out of anger or resentment or hostility, but simply the concern of a friend. Who am i to deny him that?

How Torchbearer does this, watching Clancy after Clancy dim and fall, cycle after cycle, is beyond me. Nova is still here, safe, and that should be enough to put my mind at ease, but i still worry for him. Maybe i'll stay for a few more days before returning to camp. This time, i'll follow Torchbearer's lead and wait for Clancy to be ready again.

-Echo

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026 05MOON 11

Something has shifted in Trench for me. It's once freeing vastness began to feel... well. it began to feel like too much, if that's even a thing. Maybe it was the weight of waiting for something to happen, for the other shoe to drop, for him to leave the robe behind and come back to us, or the way i could swear i was able to hear him calling out to me us, calling me us back to him. There's only so many times i can stand at the cliffs or hide away within the Vulture cave, waiting for the smoke in the distance of another with his name beginning their cycle.

So i did the one thing i knew how to, i followed the sound. i wonder if he knows how loved he still is, both despite and for his failings to end the cycle, by so many of us he can no longer see clearly.

My room has gone untouched since the last time i was here, and some part of me wants to believe it was Nova's doing. There's still laundry in the corner, a sheet still pulled over the neon, old wilted flowers still in their bottle. There are small differences thought. The sunlight that seeps through the curtains, something about the air no longer feels as stale as before, and something else i can't quite name.

Maybe it's because i know who's under the robes this time, some form of hope that the corruption won't begin again, blind belief in Clancy Nova him. The city feels less like a tomb this time. There's new life now, grass and flowers growing through the cement, sunlight within the walls that now touches places it never had before. It all feels different now, though that underlying feeling of dread and doubt still linger, but that may just be me.

i know my friends will worry for one reason or another, but maybe, if i find him here, while Torchbearer guides Clancy from beyond the city walls, i can help guide him from within.

The more i write, the more i realise just how rusty i am at it. too many thoughts that want to spill out faster than i can write. Maybe i'll take a break, go on a walk, clear my head a bit.

-Echo

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> unknown signal detected_ > user connecting . . . - [antell]:_ I found him. [bug]:_ at this rate someones gunna tie him to his tent. if not big boss man then athem. [antell]:_ Something about him seemed off. He wouldn't talk to me when I went to check on him. [bug]:_ i mean thats not exactly new. hes always weird when he goes back there. and when he comes back to camp. [antell]:_ That is true. What worried me was that he spent almost the whole day staring up at the tower before going to his old district. [bug]:_ ... he what. [bug]:_ welp absolutly no one is going to enjoy this update. [antell]:_ Do you truly believe he would reconsider the offer made? From what I've heard, he almost took the robe when it was offered. [bug]:_ honestly? i would NOT put it past him to do something that stupid. [antell]:_ Hopefully it doesn't come to that. [bug]:_ well whoevers telling you things is right. stupidly. some are even saying echo is trying to jumpstart the next cycle. [antell]:_ Next cycle? Either way, I doubt he would do something that drastically foolish. At most, I'd expect him to try to bring him back to Trench. [bug]:_ yeah theres a lot of talk. just keep an eye on him if you can. make sure our resident idiot doesnt do anyting too stupid. [antell]:_ I'll do my best to ensure he doesn't become yet another Bishop. [bug]:_ the last thing we need right now is red-robed echo. thanks. - > signal disconnected_

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> unknown signal detected_ > user connecting . . . - >[bug]:_ hey have any of you seen echo? >[antell]:_ I though he had decided to stay out in Trench after events? Is he not at camp? >[bug]:_ if he was i wouldnt be asking old man. >[bug]:_ zeik and athem have checked the usual places. hes not at the cave or stream or anywhere we can think of. even mother vulture and torchbearer cant think of anywhere else hed be. >[antell]:_ I see. It makes sense why your next guess would be that he returned to Dema. I have not seen him here, though I can ask around. >[bug]:_ ... you think he'll be able to stay away from him? i mean. they were close. >[antell]:_ Only time will tell. Hopes are that things will heal from here on, especially with new Bishops in place. >[bug]:_ any news on you know what? >[antell]:_ I wouldn't know, my focus has been elsewhere. Besides, I thought the Torchbearer still had his plan in place for that? >[bug]:_ some help you are... boss man wont tell us anything and echo has been... well. echo. >[antell]:_ I wouldn't worry too much about Echo. He no longer seems to be in the same mindset he once was. I'm sure he'll return to camp when he's ready. If he does come back here, I'll be sure to let someone know. Stay safe out there. >[bug]:_ yeah yeah alright.

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026 01MOON 11

It's been a while since I've written anything. Seeing as my thoughts are too scattered to sleep, why not write them.

Trench seems quieter now; emptier, somehow. It's strange how the lack of one person can do that to a place so vast and full of life, as if even the world out here is waiting for Clancy's return.

Camp is the same as it's always been: bonfires, music, conversation, laughter. Even then, I can't quite bring myself to join in, and it seems neither can Torchbearer. He's always been the quiet, more serious type, always keeping busy, but I know this time is different: he blames himself for what happened. I'd be lying if I said i didn't blame myself as well. He even kept a bit of antler, now tied to his torch that goes untouched these days. I have a small piece as well, though mine hangs from my belt. I think we have it for the same reasons: as a reminder and a promise. He also keeps Clancy's instrument in his tent with a yellow flower placed on top of it, waiting for the day he can return it to its owner and hear those songs again. As much as I want to ask to play it, just to hear its sound again, I know he'd never let me. I understand why.

From time to time, one of us will find the other at the cliffs and join in silence, sometimes words aren't needed to understand. Despite everything, I think that's what made us become closer friends: this shared weight, even though he caries much more than me. He's known Clancy longer than I have, he's seen and felt more than he lets on. But I can see it in the way he counts heads as he looks around the camp, and the tension that hasn't left him since the battle.

My other friends have helped keep me busy as well. Zed is always asking me to keep him company while he works, while Athem and Zeik always find new tasks for me to help with. It keeps me busy during the day, but sometimes at night, my gaze shifts from the stars above, to Dema in the distance.

I have no real intentions of going back to Dema, but even though Torchbearer has explained these cycles to me, and how Clancy is still out there, I find myself wanting to see him again despite knowing he is no longer Clancy. Maybe my mind will forever find some reason to go back. First Teagan, now Nova.

But for now, I'll follow Torchbearer's lead and wait for the signal of smoke in the distance.

-Echo

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025 06MOON 12

Today's the day everything changes, for better or for worse. I haven't slept yet, don't think I'll be able to honestly. Too much on my mind.

Torchbearer's plan, Clancy's words, the concern others from both sides of this have expressed. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my own doubts and concerns, but that's to be expected with something as big as this. Our numbers have grown both inside and outside the city. Even Neonkeeper Mother Vulture has agreed to fight alongside us, a Bishop against her own. It doesn't help that there's rumours within Dema that has spread around the Underground that the Bishops plan to use the Gone to fight against us for them. If they do something that vile to their own dead, force them to fight as zombies against the living, against their friends and family and loved ones...

As I write this, it's late, early morning even. I took a trip to the cave, one an old friend of mine and I used to hide out in, the one under the vulture tree. It's a bit of a trek out here, but it's a place that always filled me with hope and courage, seeing all these old symbols and tallies on the walls from cycles long past. My friend and I have our own small batch of tallies on these ancient walls as well, his less than mine, cut short before he could truly live out here. Maybe that's why I keep going back, some hope that, somehow, Teagan will be there again even though I know he won't be. What comfort and safety I found within Dema has been long dead. Last time I saw him I promised him I'd stay out in Trench, away from Dema. It wasn't a promise I kept until last month, though it seems I'll be breaking that promise one last time for this plan.

I can just see the sun starting to rise through the entryway from where I'm writing this. I should head back to camp to prepare with the others, check in with Torchbearer and Clancy, make sure my other friends are ready for whatever we face when we get to the city.

If anyone finds this or any of these entries, whatever happens: stay safe, be strong, and keep that fire of hope in your chest.

- Echo

[somethingsoapy]

WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAAAANim sobbing

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> unknown signal detected_

> user connecting . . . - >[bug]:_ ok well seeing as everyone else has gone off to fight might as well take over echos page again. not like i got anything better to do!

>[bug]:_ i feel like echo might wanna talk about that himself. but! what i do know is teagan was one of echos friends from dema. i never met the guy but from the few times echo has talked about him at camp it sounds like he was probably glorified at some point.

>[bug]:_ ill leave the details for echo to explain when he gets back. maybe ill ask him about the cave too... sounds like a pretty cool place!

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>[echo]:_ I apologise for seeing this almost a year late, a lot has happened.

>[echo]:_ To answer your question, Teagan was a friend of mine from before I became a Bandito. In a sense, he was my torchbearer, my guiding light, and the one who convinced me to escape Dema my first time.

>[echo]:_ Sadly, Teagan was laid under neon before we could escape together a second time, so his tallies are much fewer than mine. He was also amongst the Gone that defended Dema during the battle. After the battle, with the help of Mother Vulture, he now rests under a tree in Trench not too far away from the cave.

>[echo]:_ The Vulture Cave was a place he had found during one of his earlier escape, and that he had shared with me during my first. I still remember how amazed I was at all the carvings of symbols and tallies that littered the walls from Banditos and previous escapees, and how we added our own tallies. For me, that action later became a promise: that I would leave Dema behind, and remain in Trench. For a while, it was a promise I failed to keep until relatively recently. I'm still out here, and I have no intentions of going back to Dema.

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025 10MOON 17

Things feel different. Trench is as alive as ever, as is the camp, Dema now feels the warmth of the sun at times, but there's things that fill me with more questions than answers now. There's still so much I don't understand, but i'm learning slowly as the days progress.

In my time back and forth between both places and the times we've talked, you'd think I would have asked his name at least once. I guess at the time I didn't know that Torchbearer was only a title just as Clancy or Echo are. But I asked, and to my surprise, his name was common, simple, refreshing. Then again, I wasn't exactly expecting an actual answer.

Torchbearer hasn't picked up his torch since the events within Dema's walls. In a sense, I understand why, even with what vague reasons he gives. But it also now makes me realise that he didn't have it when my friend and I saw the Banditos helping the person I now knew as Clancy. Come to think of it, a few others mentioned not seeing Torchbearer with his torch until he went back into Dema to get him out. It makes me wonder how many times he's done this before, how many Clancy's he's seen fail, how long he waits between one's end and the next's beginning.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't constantly find myself back at the cliffs above the stream or at the Vulture Cave when I have nothing better to do. Sometimes, I also catch Torchbearer at the cliffs too. He doesn't seem impatient though, just watchful, like he's waiting for Clancy to be ready on his own time. I wish I could bring myself to ask how many times he's stood on these cliffs waiting for him again, to understand just how many cycles the two have been through together, but that's not my place.

The cycles still continue, and now we wait for the next to begin while mourning and letting go of the previous one, but not forgetting it. Then again, I don't think i'll ever be able to forget seeing him like that. Even now I still find myself going through the DMAorg files to re-read the words of past Clancy's.

-Echo

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((the rest of the page is torn away, leaving the writing unfinished, the signature hastily added after the fact.))

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025 09MOON 15

It's been a few days now since everything happened. In all honesty, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all, process the whole cycle thing that Torchbearer and Mother Vulture explained to me. Writing seems to help. At least it does when I can find the right words in the right order. It doesn't help that I can't sleep.

Being back at the Bandito camp now feels weird. Not bad weird, just new weird. Different. A lot of us are grieving fallen friends, and others are doing their best to push through. My friends have helped make things easier for me, but I can't help but worry about Torchbearer having to go through all of this time and time again, grieving the previous Clancy before finding him again. It seems like a lot of work, but I would do the same if I were in his boots, so I can't really say much about it. He was is still my friend as well.

We can't really call him Clancy now; that's not who he is anymore. Mother Vulture, Torchbearer, and I decided on the title Nova for him. It makes it easier for me to move on, at least, to look forward to finding Clancy again. I agreed to help with things this time around, learning the material, the patterns, the cycles. It's a lot, but I think I'm ready for it, and my friends all seem to agree.

I did visit the Vulture Cave on my way back to camp to add one last tally to my collection on the walls, though I doubt it will be the last. Hopefully, others will find it on their journey out here and have hope, seeing how many people have escaped before them. I know it gave me hope the first time I saw it. I also added one last tally for Teagan. He was amongst the Glorious Gone that we had fought, and I couldn't just leave him there in Dema. Not when his final wish was to escape into Trench for good. I guess in the end, we both got one final escape together, but it pains me that this was how his wish came true. He was given a Bandito burial at camp along with the other fallen.

The sun is rising... Maybe I'll watch it for a bit before trying to sleep again.

-Echo

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025 09MOON 12

I'm unsure of what to say or write. everything that's just happened is... I'm unsure whether I should feel angry, sad, or betrayed.

All I can do is write what happened.

The plan, which had been carefully made and reviewed many times before, went into action. Clancy and Torchbearer lead the Banditos to Dema. We stayed below to fend off the Glorious Gone while Clancy went up the towers to take on Nico and the other Bishops, but something went wrong. Very wrong. Torchbearer, myself, and eight others went up after to aid Clancy, but by the time we got in, we were already too late.

Clancy had wrapped himself in a red curtain, and the paint had crept up to only cover his bottom lip. I think the worst part was that he couldn't even look any of us in the eye as he started handing the empty robes to each of us. The eight others accepted the robes, yet Torchbearer and I couldn't. We left. That man, the friend I thought I knew, is no longer Clancy. He and the other eight became the Bishops.

Within Dema, are now a new cycle of Bishops that I want to believe will be better than the ones before, but deep down I know that's not the case. Torchbearer explained it to me, the full extent of the cycles, previous Clancy's I never knew, and his willingness to keep guiding the next until the cycle can fully break - if it ever can. I'm not one to lose hope, but it all seems endless.

Neonkeeper, or Mother Vulture, reminded me that it's not endless, not all hope is lost. See, there's something I never fully grasped about myself, and she had answers. She was me, a version of myself from a long line of past cycles who accepted the robe, but I seem to have broken my own cycle this time. It's hard for me to wrap my head around, but even after everything that's happened today, I know I have many of my friends to thank for that.

Today marks the end of another cycle and the beginning of a new one. It's new, it's scary, it's unknown. But now we continue on, much like Torchbearer, guiding and leading the next Clancy, like Torchbearer has been doing for so long. We don't know when Clancy will come back around, when the cycle will restart, but when it does, we'll still be here. We won't give up on him.

Before this gets any longer, I think I will continue to write. It's a new chapter after all, a new cycle, something worth documenting. Now we trek back into Trench, and this time, I won't be staying in Dema like I have many times before. Maybe I'll add one last tally on the cave wall to commemorate one final escape. For old times sake.

Many people already know Clancy's story, but I think it's time I told my own.

-Echo

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025 06MOON 12

Today's the day everything changes, for better or for worse. I haven't slept yet, don't think I'll be able to honestly. Too much on my mind.

Torchbearer's plan, Clancy's words, the concern others from both sides of this have expressed. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my own doubts and concerns, but that's to be expected with something as big as this. Our numbers have grown both inside and outside the city. Even Neonkeeper Mother Vulture has agreed to fight alongside us, a Bishop against her own. It doesn't help that there's rumours within Dema that has spread around the Underground that the Bishops plan to use the Gone to fight against us for them. If they do something that vile to their own dead, force them to fight as zombies against the living, against their friends and family and loved ones...

As I write this, it's late, early morning even. I took a trip to the cave, one an old friend of mine and I used to hide out in, the one under the vulture tree. It's a bit of a trek out here, but it's a place that always filled me with hope and courage, seeing all these old symbols and tallies on the walls from cycles long past. My friend and I have our own small batch of tallies on these ancient walls as well, his less than mine, cut short before he could truly live out here. Maybe that's why I keep going back, some hope that, somehow, Teagan will be there again even though I know he won't be. What comfort and safety I found within Dema has been long dead. Last time I saw him I promised him I'd stay out in Trench, away from Dema. It wasn't a promise I kept until last month, though it seems I'll be breaking that promise one last time for this plan.

I can just see the sun starting to rise through the entryway from where I'm writing this. I should head back to camp to prepare with the others, check in with Torchbearer and Clancy, make sure my other friends are ready for whatever we face when we get to the city.

If anyone finds this or any of these entries, whatever happens: stay safe, be strong, and keep that fire of hope in your chest.

- Echo

[somethingsoapy]

WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAAAANim sobbing

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> unknown signal detected_

> user connecting . . . - >[bug]:_ ok well seeing as everyone else has gone off to fight might as well take over echos page again. not like i got anything better to do!

>[bug]:_ i feel like echo might wanna talk about that himself. but! what i do know is teagan was one of echos friends from dema. i never met the guy but from the few times echo has talked about him at camp it sounds like he was probably glorified at some point.

>[bug]:_ ill leave the details for echo to explain when he gets back. maybe ill ask him about the cave too... sounds like a pretty cool place!

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025 06MOON 12

Today's the day everything changes, for better or for worse. I haven't slept yet, don't think I'll be able to honestly. Too much on my mind.

Torchbearer's plan, Clancy's words, the concern others from both sides of this have expressed. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my own doubts and concerns, but that's to be expected with something as big as this. Our numbers have grown both inside and outside the city. Even Neonkeeper Mother Vulture has agreed to fight alongside us, a Bishop against her own. It doesn't help that there's rumours within Dema that has spread around the Underground that the Bishops plan to use the Gone to fight against us for them. If they do something that vile to their own dead, force them to fight as zombies against the living, against their friends and family and loved ones...

As I write this, it's late, early morning even. I took a trip to the cave, one an old friend of mine and I used to hide out in, the one under the vulture tree. It's a bit of a trek out here, but it's a place that always filled me with hope and courage, seeing all these old symbols and tallies on the walls from cycles long past. My friend and I have our own small batch of tallies on these ancient walls as well, his less than mine, cut short before he could truly live out here. Maybe that's why I keep going back, some hope that, somehow, Teagan will be there again even though I know he won't be. What comfort and safety I found within Dema has been long dead. Last time I saw him I promised him I'd stay out in Trench, away from Dema. It wasn't a promise I kept until last month, though it seems I'll be breaking that promise one last time for this plan.

I can just see the sun starting to rise through the entryway from where I'm writing this. I should head back to camp to prepare with the others, check in with Torchbearer and Clancy, make sure my other friends are ready for whatever we face when we get to the city.

If anyone finds this or any of these entries, whatever happens: stay safe, be strong, and keep that fire of hope in your chest.

- Echo

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> playing [z_bug_14.mp4]

Echo: Got it working finally?

Bug: (small surprised gasp) Echo! Don't sneak up on me like that!

Echo: (chuckles) Sorry, couldn't resist! You looked so focused, I didn't want to disrupt you. At least until you got whatever you were working on working.

Bug: How nice of you...

Echo: What are you working on anyways?

Bug: Recording program thing... Wanted to see if I could set up something to-

[something electrical beeps]

Bug: To capture things like that...

Echo: What is it?

Bug: (sounds of a dial clicking and a switch being flipped) Broadcasts? I think?

[beat of silence as Bug listens to something]

Echo: What?

Bug: Listen to it. We've gotten at least three of these kindsa broadcasts so far.

[beat of silence as Echo listens to something]

[sound of someone suddenly standing up and walking away]

Bug: Echo? Echo!

[footsteps stop.]

Echo: . . .

Bug: You... you aren't going back already... are you?

Echo: . . . No. No I promised myself I wouldn't go back.

Bug: . . . Then where are you going?

Echo: I need to tell the others.

Bug: You recognize it. Don't you.

[beat of silence]

[sounds of hesitant yet rushed footsteps leaving the tent]

Bug: (sigh) . . . Echo wait up!

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025 05MOON 21

I've made it back to the camp, just in time it seems, and with little time to rest. The Banditos have started making final preparation for this breach, going over the plan, setting up backup, 'Bug' and I have contacted our friends within Dema's walls to prepare them as well. If all goes well, we should come out on top. If not, then we have things set in place so we won't fully backslide what progress we've made.

I talked with my friends, and to my relief, those doubts and fears I had were simply that, it even made those doubts and fears that Reisdro once made sound so logical sound so irrational. Despite that, there's still doubts and fears that linker in the back of my mind, but they no longer gnaw away at me like they have before. Even if it doesn't last, I now know this feeing exists, and I know that I can reach it again if something goes wrong. It feels comforting this time.

There is a small pocket of time before we head out, something both exciting and terrifying, but it's not bad, it's simply unknown. Most of it is unknown at least. Even amongst my friends I can feel it, and so can they. This won't be easy, but it will be worth it.

To remind myself and whoever else can read these: Remember to call out and lean on others. Asking for help or backup isn't the weakness Dema made you believe it to be. It's the greatest strength we have.

Cover eachother.

-Echo

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025 05MOON 20

i've made it back out, resting within the caves and crevices of Trench for now before i make it to camp. The vibrancy of Trench, the crispness of the streams, the cleaner air, it's all something i always seem to forget during my time within Dema. It feels different this time, though. Maybe even this place knows what's about to happen, maybe it's just in my mind. It's not quite a heavy veil, not suffocating, it's more like a light fog that lingers around your feet before a storm. It doesn't scare me this time, though.

The situation with Reisdro breaching the signal has been resolved with 'Bug's help, though it did remind me that there are things i need to explain to my friends, things i need to get in order before the upcoming... battle? confrontation? revolt? i still don't know what to call it yet.

Whatever comes next, something tells me plans won't be fully followed, and whether or not others have realized what i have, i can't just let him go off on his own, even if he's unaware of the many beside him in this. It still feels weird to admit that out loud, but not necessarily bad i don't think, just new. unknown.

Tomorrow starts something both new and old for me, a needed step down a path that has both helped and hindered me before, though this time it's different. This time, something has changed in me, in the people around me, in this place. Something... better. more hopeful. For the first time in years, I feel ready for whatever comes next.

-Echo

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_ : : .youve.changed. : : _

_ : : .for.better. : : _

_ : : .or.worse. : : _

What do you want.

_ : : .rule.breaker. : : _

Yes, i am breaking my own rule. What do you want.

_ : : .remind.you. : : _

... i don't care.

_ : : .you.do. : : _

_ : : .you.will. : : _

Who even told you how to get in here?

_ : : .you.did. : : _

i definitely did not.

_ : : .dont.lie. : : _

i won't fall for this. not again. never again.

_ : : .and.yet.you.always.do. : : _

Stop.

_ : : .have.you.told.them. : : _

_ : : .your.secret.so.carefully.kept. : : _

Don't.

_ : : .youll.come.crawling.back. : : _

_ : : .you.always.do. : : _

Good bye reisdro.

_ : : .see.you.soon.vessel. : : _

don't call me that. i'm not your vessel and i never will be.

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> unknown signal detected_

> user connecting . . .

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>[bug]:_ we got a problem. a creepy one at that.

>[echo]:_ Yeah i see that. How'd it even breach the signal this time?

>[bug]:_ no clue.

>[echo]:_ Ok.

>[bug]:_ youre still coming back out here... right?

>[echo]:_ Yeah, it might just take a bit longer that i originally planned.

>[bug]:_ how much longer? can i help?

>[echo]:_ Maybe a couple of days at least if things work out how i hope they will. But no, there's nothing to help with.

>[echo]:_ And i'm not saying that in the way i usually do, i mean there's literally nothing to do but wait this out.

>[bug]:_ alright alright fine! should we lock down the page if this thing is here?

>[echo]:_ No, just keep things running, It's after anyone else.

>[bug]:_ man do you know how to put my mind at ease.

>[echo]:_ Look, i'm in no shape to get rid of this thing. So for now we wait it out.

>[bug]:_ fine. still dont like it though.

>[echo]:_ Well then that makes two of us. Tell the others i'll be there in a few days.

>[bug]:_ will do. dont do anything stupid in there.

>[echo]:_ Wouldn't dream of it.

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> signal disconnected_