張 五飛

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Are you pleased, Quatre? And for the sake of my sanity, do not tell me posting in this thing would be therapeutic. And I reiterate as I have many times: the phone makes for faster communication.

Hm. I suppose Beijing has been complementary to my thoughts, a welcomed change compared to what I have been fooling myself into thinking as of late. Though blaming Duo makes it all quite simple.

Honestly, what did you want me to write?

His idiocy never ceases to amaze me.

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Nor does my own.

I pivot. I enter an argument with the sole intention of infliction damage. I lash out at those who are convenient targets instead of the one I should talk to. And I recluse myself after...

That's not idiocy; that's pathetic.

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Pakistan. Three days. You do read my mind so well, Une.

I could care less that it's arid in Africa, and I could care less that the temperature reaches oppressing points. And damn it, I could care less what he thinks. I am tired of listening to Anderson whine in my earpiece about it. He's worse than Duo. Thank whatever Gods, I don't have to hear it anymore.

Hmph. In any case, I'm on vacation until the start of the new year. ...And I'm looking forward to visiting Berne.

[Sits, staring at his vidphone for a full minute while debating if he should or shouldn't call Trowa. But eventually gives and calls, slightly hoping that the screen will stay blank.]

Last night, I was out of line, and...

I regret what I said to Quatre and Trowa. I didn't truly mean it, and my words to Miles Edgeworth were not only about him. The fool is me; they are my friends, who have nothing but well intention, even in joke. And I... I threw their friendship in their faces. Even though I will never admit it to them, Trowa is worth my time, and Quatre's strength has always come from his compassion.

I will apologize to Trowa soon enough. Maybe after Quatre's ridiculous need to blame himself for everything ebbs. Even after I apologize, he still continues to do so profusely. I will never understand why he does that... If not for the fact that I am grateful for his understanding and approach first, I'd be highly annoyed with him for it.

...For some reason, I enjoy the fact that I cannot see the moon tonight.