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[If Servants could get headaches, Lancer felt one starting. More than likely his imagination, he knew--he really did not want to be the one to deliver the news but there was little choice. He was dressed in human clothes once again, including the glasses he didn't actually need. Diarmuid at least took those off as he spoke, folding them and putting them in his shirt pocket.]

It would seem Issei Ryudo can no longer access the community. Don't worry...he's still here and perfectly fine. I know he has a number of friends here, and I wanted to let all of them know they don't need to worry. As his Servant I will protect him at any cost.

This changes nothing. My Master's temple is and shall remain a safe haven for those in need of it. This place and all those who should reside within it are under the protection of a Knight of Fianna. Please do not hesitate to come here if dire circumstances leave you with no other alternative.

[A while later, after taking a few things into consideration ~~and figuring out how filters worked~~ Lancer managed to send an anonymous text--granted, if someone so much as sneezed they could probably hack it. Damned technology.]

I'm sorry to trouble anyone, but I have a question.

What would you do if your purpose in life was rendered mostly irrelevant?

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Yes, I imagine they would. He's very popular here, after all... a lot of people are going to miss him.

He deserves to be loved so dearly by so many. But since I am still here, I could quite easily relay a message or two if it should be necessary.

That's good... oh, could I ask you a favour then, Diarmuid-san? I-if that's okay, of course! It's just... Issei-san sent me a notebook earlier this week which... well, it's a bit strange to explain, but it looks like I might have sent it to him first, because it's my handwriting inside. But the strange thing is, I can't remember writing it or giving it to Issei-san at all! I still haven't finished reading it all yet, and I'm not sure if I can really believe everything that's inside it either, but, well... one of my notes from myself says that I should give it to Issei-san or somebody else off-world before the end of April. If it's not too much trouble, could I give it to you to look after? Just in case.

Of course, Madoka. I will guard it carefully if that is what you need me to do.

Thank you, Diarmuid-san. I know it must be a bit of an inconvenience...

Oh, no. It is no trouble whatsoever, least of all for a friend.

Is this related to keeping your memories intact?

Heh... I guess so.

I... I think it must be, since it looks like all of these notes in this book are things I learned but forgot somehow... and I wrote myself a long explanation on the first page about it. But... it's just so unbelievable. And some of it's just horrible... if I didn't know about the community and all the strange things that happen here, I don't know if I'd be able to believe any of this at all.

I think at this rate, the most impossible things are the ones we have no choice but to believe.

If someone told me months ago that there was a world like yours, I might never have been able to comprehend it.

I don't think I understand it either. Even though they're my own words. I... even though somehow, part of me knows that it's true, I don't want to believe it.

I can't blame you. I don't want to believe it myself.

It's really not like anything you've seen before, huh...

No, which...says a lot, coming from me.

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