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USERNAME: librarian Angela Library of Ruina TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

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[ He fully expects Angela to take in the folder's contents within brief moments, and to comment on the other notes, the classification system that seemingly refers to individual testing scenarios implemented here, assuming that the survey that appeared on their devices was connected to the events in the mall — CE-50-185.43, then. CE-48-185.43 possibly indicates a past iteration of the same scenario, identical parameters involving another group of test subjects, while CE-48-361.74 was a different "community building" test for that group. In the meantime, Yesod waits, observing the subtle changes in Angela's expression that betray her reaction even as her tone of voice denies it.

Their eyes meet. Yesod shakes his head. ]

This is all of it. However, there are more folders left to read through.

[ That summary alone is too much, something that shouldn't exist here. The details linking the research team's project to Lobotomy Corporation, a description outlining the creation of the Sephirot. ]

...I haven't discussed it with Gebura or Netzach yet.

[ Angela, he'd reasoned, would most likely be the first to pursue a potential source of information. That, and Netzach and Gebura have been forced to revisit memories of their past lives more than enough times by now. ]

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( Angela closes her eyes—even if he had contacted her first, hadn't said anything to either of them, there's no way they wouldn't find out on their own somehow. Is that better or worse than someone letting them know? Equivalent, maybe. It isn't as if they have answers for why this place has this information, no more than anyone has for why they had objects of theirs. That one had a theory of them being here before, if she recalls, but she knows not a single person involved in this project, even him, would have penned a single word about this into any type of document.

She presses her fingertips against the folder and pushes it to the side, opening her eyes again when she takes up another one to look through it. The words aren't sticking, but it's nothing that involves their City, she can tell that much. )

I see. I'm sure they'll find out about it whether you or I want them to, and probably sooner than we'd like... At least I won't have to be the bearer of bad news at a party again. ( It should be a joke. It doesn't sound like one, so she gives up on changing her mood. ) I'll help you look through the rest of these. We'll assemble what we can find relating to the City we're from, and...

( ...her fingers still. She purses her lips. Would he agree? ... )

Burn these.