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[drawnbythesword]

[The journal clicks on, to show one depressed-looking Asbel.]

...To anyone who knew Malik Caesars or Pascal here... I'm sorry to say they've been sent home. [The less time he dwells on it, the better, right? Right, of course.]

First Sophie, and now those two...

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[drawnbythesword]

[By the time Asbel sees Hubert in the living room, he's already had time to go outside and get away from the house for a bit, so he's beginning to feel better.

However, he says nothing upon coming into the living room, instead just sitting in one of the empty chairs.]

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[ozwell]

[Hubert continues to read, but breaks the silence within a minute or two after noting his brother's presence.]

Have you eaten?

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[drawnbythesword]

[Hubert speaking breaks Asbel's concentration, bringing him out of whatever daze he entered while sitting there.]

--Huh? ...Ah, no, I haven't.

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[ozwell]

[Hubert doesn't miss a beat, his eyes still glued to the book as he turns a page.]

For how much longer are you going to neglect yourself?

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[drawnbythesword]

...What?

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[ozwell]

If what they say is true, there's nothing to be concerned about, which gives you no reason to be distracted all day as you have been.

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[drawnbythesword]

[Hubert, you are the worst at comfort.]

I know that, Hubert. But...