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how annoying.

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face it, reikuro.

god is 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.

the fire is 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.

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your family . . . is much closer than you think.

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. . .

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sometimes, i feel his mind is more shattered than mine is.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 𝑬𝑵𝑫. ]

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was his 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 .

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his name was. . . and always had been. . .

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑔𝑎.

with a thunderous slam, he closed the files; stepping out from the archive with the truth now burnt into his brain in an unforgettable fashion.

all along, the woman who he had been tasked with the execution of so many years ago...
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[ 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑔𝑎. ]

[ 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 : 𝙐𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙩. ]

[ 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀/𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗞𝗶𝗻: Reikuro Myouga. . . and the rest was blotted out by haphazardly placed ink. ]

the face of the man... it resembled him, uncannily so. . . no, not even uncannily so.

the man /was/ him.

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one that had seen so much redaction, it was hardly worth the read. . .

but he had tools that would help him see beyond the veil of redaction and obfuscation.

. . . and what he would discover would leave him silent.

dead silent.

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unmistakable truth.

with jaded eyes, he had grasped onto the stack of files emboldened with the title "Myouga."

and he began to read. tirelessly, and intensely, his eyes glossed over the contents of every file. . .

before stopping dead in his tracks on a certain file.

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to say the least, dehumanizing. he viewed it as the work of a soldier in an unsung army, and cared little to be regarded as anything more than such.

it was more... comforting, perhaps, that he had not known his true name.

but tonight, things would change. his curiosity would damn him to an
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merely referred to as "the geneticist" by his peers... and it had always gnawed at him.

why was he never referred to by any other name but that title. it always gnawed at him, but he never thought to question it.

in his profession, there was little need for such formalities.

such work was...
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and, so, the geneticist decided to glean the contents of hope's peak academy's great archive.

its seemingly paradoxical and disorienting structure was no challenge to navigate for him, as he knew exactly where he wished to go.

for many years, he had long since forgotten his name.
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curiosity. certainly an. . . interesting trait of humanity, in the eyes of the man who let his curiosity drive his career

beyond the reaches of what any mere man could accomplish playing by the rules.

it was a solemn night. one without the accompaniment of the mortician, no less.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑰𝑺. . . ]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ from the mind of euphoria.
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i never took you as one for greetings.

. . . hello.

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considering the nonsensical nature of what they just said. . . there is understandably room for doubt.

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what do you want?

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unfortunate. truly unfortunate.

wasting so many resources on a lost cause. . . i recall those days.

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. . .

can i help you?

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someone needs to seriously put you out of your misery one of these days.

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