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[looking over some of the notes, actually, and jotting them down into her own journal]

Silence must record as much as she can before Song realizes what has happened.

[Shoves the newer ones closer to Silence so they are easier to copier. Also:]

I have a copy machine in my lab if that makes it easier.

[grabs for the newer ones, then slowly stops writing]

...a copy machine?

[Picking up his notes and then crooking his finger at Silence]

Follow me.

[And he's walking over to his lab, changing the access settings so that Silence will be able to enter freely. Who knows if that will work for Song, though]

[trails after him into the lab, her own papers in hand, too]

Incredible...

[Welcome to Intensity's lab. (Imagine that I actually keep the game winnings up to date.) The flavor text reads:

Across from the blank room, there is another room with a prominent lock-- this one a number pad lock. Like the rest of the dormitory, it's all done in white matte and silver metal. Across from the entrance, on the far wall is a singular table— a silver slab that hovers mid-air, locked in place unless the height is deliberately adjusted. A similar white slab chair also will float, seat wherever you choose to put it. Silver robot arms for holding things-- be it projects worked on or tools can be retracted or extruded from the walls. Despite how space-age the rest of it is, the tower computer that sits beside the desk seems pretty 90s, though it does come with a slick modern monitor.

Intensity will be bringing Silence over to the copy machine]

[tmw Silence is entering Intensity's cool silver laboratory room

to use a copy machine]

You are as technologically advanced as our unit name would imply...

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Yes. I'm waiting for the rest of you to get on my level.

[And gesturing for her to come closer to the copy machine]

Hmph. Studying technology can be another side mission of mine.

[approaches the copy machine]

If you "copy" the papers, I will watch and learn.

[Look, Silence. It's simple.

You just place the papers you want to copy face down in the tray on the top, press the big green 'start' button ---

And the machine whirs to life, sucking in the papers one by one and spitting them out into two different trays.

He picks up the copied version and hands it to her.]

[watching, creasing her brow the entire time. she takes the copied version, looking it over flatly.]

That is very useful. Th... thank you.

Of course.

All of this information here is yours to use as you see fit. In return, if you do find something out yourself, I'd appreciate it if you brought that back to me.

Understood.

[clenches the paper a little tightly]

In return, please do not attempt to discuss this situation in too much detail with Song.

[. . .

He was not expecting that]

Can I ask why?

I want to protect her from this. In addition—she may experience a similar sense of chills like I had.

[sighs]

Silence had not mentioned it to you earlier, because it is baseless, but the word "Abyss" feels... familiar. Unmistakably so, uncomfortably so.

Yet, nothing comes to mind. Nothing that can be recalled. It only sends chills across my skin.

Do you believe that ignorance is bliss?

Someone as hopeful and positive as her should not be involved...!

And that leaves her all the more unprepared for when she gets dragged into this mess. Which is more of a "when" than an "if".

[pulled back to her senses with the Horrified Realization]

You don't have to tell her all the nitty gritty details of Hell and its inner workings. But at least prepare her for the worst so she knows what to do to avoid a trip to Lilith.

...very well. She is aware of that much, so Silence will keep her caught up with that much.

So you plan to be her lightning rod then? If that's the path you've decided to take.

[Not sure what the looks means, but also not emotionally competent enough or empathetic enough to push]

Once things settle, Shine and I are going to take memories to see if we can find some useful things buried in them. If you want to join us to figure out what this Abyss nonsense means to you, be my guest.

[whatever it was, she quickly pulls herself out of it]

Ah. You two... I will join in, then. Since learning more about this situation with hell, being useful is a goal has become a major goal of mine.

Stop right there.

You're not having "being useful" be a goddamn goal. Unless your usefulness is to yourself.

I possess many goals. I can do as I please.