Listen closely and you should be able to hear

Basically, waiting for this illness to "fade" has only proved impossible. Either the affected wind up dying, or the ones who don't have the strength to fight them.

I have no interest in pointing fingers... What I'd like to know instead is why there doesn't seem to be a better solution. Is there no way to develop a medicine to cure or a seal to bind these people?

Their powers and strength are the real problem. Because they can only use it to harm. It is beyond their control to do otherwise. I haven't been proven wrong yet.

Hmph. If anyone sees death as the quickest method of turning this around... You've let this world change you too much. ...You've let them change you too much.

[Filtered to the Northern Lights Bar "staff"; Hackable]

I spoke too soon. It's just one thing after another in this place...

I'll have to take the week off. Call it returning the favor from before.

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( Private to Shinjiro; Hackable )

( Private to Johnny; Hackable )

( Private to Kantarou; Unhackable )

[[ooc Secret planning. Text-mode for not wanting anyone to hear him suspiciously coughing up a lung and more in the background. Anyone who is currently living with Haruka and Kantarou are also free to comment/commentlog with the tengu before his departure. He won't be back for awhile.]]

Human beings... I forgot how fragile their lives can be.

And yet... Hmm.

[He breathes out a sigh, and carefully leans back on the old roof. It lets out a soft creak of metal.]

...

Now that I take a good look at them, even the stars are all wrong.

[His voice is quiet and distant, as if he is mostly speaking to himself.]

Is this what you wanted? You wanted to be the one left standing as a human, even after fighting like a-...

It's like you're a living contradiction. That part of you never fails to piss me off, and keeps making me think about things I shouldn't have to.

It's not the same. The only common ground we have is from circumstance... that's all. I cannot say that I ever wish to change, because I hardly even know where to begin in the first place.

... You never should have been the one to stop me, and I won't let that happen again.

[There is little other sound that can be heard, until the communicator is put down deliberately somewhere with a soft clatter. A few footsteps follow, along with the familiar metallic jingle from the rings on Haruka's shakujou and the creak of a door as it swings closed.]

[[ooc Haruka is brooding. Between leaving at the end of his shift at the Northern Lights and returning to his room at the high school, he's been wandering the city in search of Dio or training with his weapon alone. It's been like this for him over the past several days, and so he is likely to have a few cuts and bruises to show for his efforts by the time this entry was posted.]]