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[Voice]

[As always, Moro's use of the journal is extremely minimal. She has only one thing to say to any of you, as she is so kind as to warn you all in advance.]

I have returned. All who grievously harm this forest will die.

[Action]

[With that, Moro can be found in the forest, slowly and stiffly walking about to get herself familiar with the forest of Luceti once more. She sniffs at the bark of trees, scratches at some patches of dirt with her claws, and otherwise silently moves. She has no mark of the demon, as many of her victims from over a year ago have... she has nothing amiss about her other than the bleeding of her chest wound, which is simply dripping along the path she is walking.

She has not yet approached the village. All she has done is use her journal to address them, and she is currently carrying the paper book in her mouth.]

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Is this some kind of experiment?

[Are you real?]

No more than I was before.

[...It's Moro. It's really Moro.]

You were gone for a year. No, longer.

Nothing's missing, right? Nothing's weird or different? [Isn't that what happens when people die?] Why are you bleeding?

[His face reads disbelief. One hundred percent disbelief. What the hell is he supposed to think? Moro didn't want to be here-]

All that is missing is what happened to me as that disease consumed me.

[She remembers that. She remembers the last bit of consciousness, seeing her body broil over, before it was all gone.]

...You're not in pain anymore.

[Is what she's saying. Right?]

[She can't quite say that. The chest wound certainly still hurts, coming back to life still hurts, and her pride very much hurts after what happened in Vaskoth.]

[But... No boiling blood. No screams in rage and agony. No terrible, terrible smell. R...Right?]

...A couple of people were left with a curse from you.

[No wounds where you were attacking her, either! Just that one bullet wound.]

Were they.

[She grimaces, looking quite emotionally pained. It's very unusual, for Moro.]

There's no way to cure it, is there?

[He's well aware. It's strange... But it makes sense. Everything that happened was the absolute opposite of Moro and everything she stood for...]

Nothing in this world. And when they come to me for answers, I will only have one, which is no relief to them in a place where death holds no meaning.

[...That's terrible.

At the same time, he can't completely blame Moro. Not any more than he could blame anyone else that was infected and attacked him.]

Do you need your wound cleaned? [So he switches the subject.]

I can keep it groomed.

Feraligatr can wash it out for you. [If you want. But he won't press it.]

You were the one that dealt the death blow?

[She's coming back to Vaskoth, since that's actually quite concerning for her.]

I don't know. I don't remember.

[He remembers a lot. He remembers many varied people working together to stop her.] Shikamaru and I restricted your movement, I think. [Yeah. Shikamaru used his shadows and he used Sneasel's ice.] I know we hit you with something strong together.

...I'm sorry.

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You were meant to. It was right.

[Which is what she told you in advance, despite having no premonitions of what Vaskoth held.]

I know. That was hardly you anymore.

I'm sorry you had to go through that.

What a ridiculous thing to say, as always.

Maybe, but I still mean it.

I'm proud that you didn't kill yourself in grief.

[Enough with the empathy and stuff Silver geez]

[He was too busy almost killing himself trying to save his not dad- no seriously Moro cut him some slack sorry he's human wow]

I've got too much to live for.

Of course.

["That's nice, dear".]

A full passing of the seasons, then. I simply thought I had come back as the chill settled here.

It's definitely been more than a year. I even started telling stories about you. [Something that will later sink in as embarrassing, but right now he's too content to see Moro around again.]

[Stories? Huh.]

It is not such a long time.

It's long enough for people to start forgetting about you. Especially here.

[...] I went home for a while, so I'm glad I didn't. [Moro's taught him too much. He might lose that at home, but he definitely doesn't want to lose it here.]