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[have_your_lives]

[Well, someone's just found out that Crawford has gone home. Given that he's been a little unstable ever since he was hit by the time bazooka, he's taking this even more wonderfully than he would normally.]

[Unfiltered, because Schuldig is all out of fucks to give]

He's gone. [This cryptic announcement is followed by the least sane laughter you've ever heard; it's positively manic.] So who sent him packing? Was it you, little girl? Or maybe the mayor? Mayfield's finest? Well, it doesn't matter now...but it's the worst idea you ever had.

He held me back. And now you're trapped in here with me running Schwarz, Mayfield. He would have dismantled you so he could use the parts, but I will burn you to the ground.

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[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[just... staring at the phone in quiet horror

why is everyone from that world so fucked up, man]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Because there's nothing worthwhile in it. [Schuldig's mind is ranging far and wide today!]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[askdfjsdlakjfslakjfldskjf get out of my heaaaaad]

That's not true!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And you'd know? It's not your world.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

There's always something of worth to be found... even if it's just a silly little thing, it's still something. [At least, she hopes so. :|]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Then I'll sift it out of the ashes.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

You can try, but I won't let you hurt anyone here! Keep your crazy to yourself, and leave us alone!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I was, but since my reason for it seems to be gone...