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Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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[tokihanate]

Clowns are nonsensical. That's what they do, isn't it?

[p_q]

A clown and a jester are the same: they merely play a carefully cultivated role to allow others the luxury of easy reactions. In that sense, I would say you are much closer to a clown, Hyoubu Kyousuke. Therefore, we are at an impasse.

[Where did all of that come from. Nobody asked, Ulquiorra.]

[tokihanate]

Sure, let's just form a club. [ #clownclub is apparently now a subset of #killersclub, thanks quarter. ]

[p_q]

I refuse. I do not join such things.

[#gohome club, except nobody's going home so it's just a depressing club now]

[tokihanate]

Well you've already joined the dead club, so.........

[p_q]

Incorrect. I simply returned to my original state, which means that the club cannot be dead, and must instead be not-alive.

[We're not sure where this is going anymore.]

[tokihanate]

Yes, so welcome to it.

[p_q]

I refuse.

[tokihanate]

Too bad refusal isn't possible in this case.

[p_q]

I would call myself an excellent judge of what is possible and what is impossible, particularly for myself; and I would say joining clubs is impossible, while refusing to acknowledge the logic of those inside is quite possible. Therein lies the gap.

Also, I refuse to be grouped with humans.

[That probably is the crux of the argument but for some reason it sounds like an afterthought.]

[tokihanate]

Yeah it's way too late for that by several weeks now.

[p_q]

... Explain.

[tokihanate]

Uh, you've been stuck here with humans for how long now?

[p_q]

To be trapped is not to be grouped. I refuse to acknowledge the opinions of that woman and her clown.

[tokihanate]

Well, that's one thing we have in common, I guess.