Into the Light

[This is emphatically not Leah's problem.]

[Find him, the instinct tells her from the back of her skull. Find him and save him. Traitor or no traitor, you were friends once. You could be friends again.]

[Leah doesn't know how to feel.]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Σ(｀Д´　)!?

[The rest of that time is spent crying.]

Oh shit.

Not in the least because any meddling anons who choose to pop up near me will get crushed by the pressure before they can do anything particularly annoying. ☆｡ﾟ+.(人-ω◕ฺ)ﾟ+.ﾟ

I've been puzzling over this ask for two full minutes and I still can't figure out what you're trying to say.

And now we're back to our regularly scheduled anon shenanigans.

Except you didn't actually explain anything! What forgotten thing are you on my case about this time, pray tell? ⁽(✿◉◡◉)

The fuck is a haro supposed to be?

[Leah counts herself lucky they haven't decided to badger her physically. Joke's on them if they do, though - she's spectating from the Marianas Trench. Not much of a view, but that's the point, isn't it?]

See, this is what I was expecting the anons to be like. I wore a mask. The Harmonists, evil murdercult though they were, weren't the ones who fucked up my face. And I'm pretty sure it's not the face itself that's the problem here. (・-・*)

I mean, if I didn't actually turn it off, I'm glad it was a Bill Nye ask and not, I don't know, weird conspiracy theories. But I'm still pretty sure I turned it off.