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[For a few seconds, Issei just sits in front of the camera, wearing his normal clothes and with his normal eye color. He waves, and then shuts the camera off.]
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Thank you very much for the rescue. Everyone, I'm all right now, and the rest of the affected people are going to be fine. I know, because I'm going to help save them. (I won't budge on this, so don't try to dissuade me.)

As for what I said and did... well, call me old-fashioned, but I still prefer regular therapy to the supernatural kind. So if you want to ask, I'll do my best to answer. ...That person is me, technically, but more than a little seems to have been lost in translation.

[Failed private, easily hackable]
I looked like a tramp. Forget looking like one, I acted like one! And I - with - if I didn't have people to rescue I'd spend the rest of the day in purifying myself! No, I'd spend the entire week doing it, just to be certain I was rid of the unclean influences!

Am I supposed to return Nakamori's undergarments to her now...? I don't have any use for them myself. But I've never been in such a situation before! I don't know how to deal with this!

((Okay! I don't know how other people are handling this, but I'm going to say that all posts made on the 15th (including Haruto's last one) are before Issei's rescue, and all posts made after that are after the rescue. It's easier for me to keep track of, and I'd be remiss in not letting his boyfriend have a good panic post. Also, holy crap guys, did you see how many comments were on there? I love all of you for making Shadow!Issei so fun to play~))

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It is rather odd how well one can become accustomed to such things.

Somewhat worrisome, as well.

Yes. But if we do not, however, it is only harder for us in the end.

There isn't much of a decision to be made, then.

No.

...the experiences we have and the people we meet -the good ones, the fair ones- they make it worth it. Truly they do.

I know that, usually. Parts of me seem to forget.

It is hard to, when confronted so forwardly with the more discomfiting parts of this place, and all it can do.

Perhaps next month will be better. I look forward to it.

Let us hope.