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How exactly does one remove bullets from flesh?

And don't bother if you're just going to say, "Oh my, poor thing!" You can go fuck yourselves.

Oh yeah: Need that info. NOW.

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There's that obsession again. You're getting more specific though, Gil. It's kind of creepy.

Judging by the beating I gave you, I don't think you're all that special. Bet I'm not the first one to do that you either.

(another scratch out, replaced with a extremely bolded Envy in place of Gil) Keep dreaming, pal. Whatever's in that twisted head of yours isn't coming true~

Hmph. Must be the castle again.

I think that's my line, Gil.

You blame the castle every time someone kicks your ass?

You just love to insist on being more of an annoying little fuck every day, don't you?

The rules are different in every world. (muttered)Damn Gate.

There's that gate again.

So what's the deal.

Unless you're going to cry again, Gil.

You know, I just can't wait until the castle screws you over too.

And why should I tell you about my world? Hm~?

But it plays favorites, right?

No reason. Except that you clearly like to talk, and I've got the time to listen.

I'm a bastard, you're a bastard. You'll get yours eventually.

(short pause)

Heh. Fine.

To be blunt, it controls everything. Life, knowledge, all that crap. Its practically the only thing closest to a god. Only it manifests in the form of a gate, hence the creative title.

Maybe.

Let me guess - you pissed off the gate?

The Gate plays no favorites. It consumes without question.

I simply asked for it to take me in. That's all.

You asked for the equivalent of a god to take you to it?

Smooth, Gil. Smooth.

The reasons were my own, and personally none of your damn buisness. I explained the basics and that's all I feel like sharing for today.

Story-time's over?

Guess it's bedtime then.

Don't forget to leave your journal open, Gil.

In case you have a nightmare.

As long as you leave yours closed. I really don't want to know if you're having a dirty dream about me~

You're going to have to get over those thoughts of me, Gil.

It's unbecoming.

(purposefully transcribed sigh)

Then it is with the deepest regret that I have to do this. Tears me apart, really.

(foreboding chuckles)

[a pause]

...?

(cackles)

Check your journal.

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