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[ he's in his room now, contently writing down in a journal separate from the one paradisa gave him. there's a smirk on his face, but you can't see it. there's no noise, nothing, except for the soft scratching of his pen on the white paper. what he's writing, he won't say out loud. it's a secret to most, to almost all but a select few. they should know who they are. ]