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[alittlemaster]

[SEBASTIAN IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE CLEANING UP PEOPLE'S MESSES, NOT HIM.]

Deactivate Luke and Lara's monitors on your end.

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[judgejudy]

Twenty-six times. This is the twenty-seventh iteration. The Vault is meant to hold approximately one thousand people.

[alittlemaster]

[Thirty twenty-seven times is only around eight-hundred.

They aren't the first, and they aren't even the last.] No one survived? From the last ones.

Did anyone ever survive? The overseer?

[judgejudy]

Of course. The results are varied. Sometimes five survived. Sometimes none survived. It depends on each one.

But, yes. The overseer has survived before.

[alittlemaster]

[But not recently, Ciel doesn't think. Maybe. Not with an error in the system that could possibly prevent the Vault doors from being accessed.] You wouldn't leave then. When we're done with this.

[He throws the used bandage away.] Because your job isn't finished yet.

[judgejudy]

It was around the 7th iteration that I wondered if I could leave at all. By the 18th, I came to peace with the idea that I may not.

[ a pause ]

I will do what I am meant to do. After this iteration concludes, I suppose it will technically be done.

[alittlemaster]

If you could leave... would you? Whoever survives, if they could take you out of here, would you agree to go?

[judgejudy]

Perhaps. It is my duty to make sure that servers stay online as long as possible. To do so, I could not leave. But perhaps doing so is pointless.

[alittlemaster]

I see. [Time to PUT THE EYEPATCH ON BECAUSE FUCK YOU AND THE GLASS!! HE WILL JUST SUFFER!!!] I can't leave either. [ha ha...]

Until this is finished.