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[because he does not yet know Dainn is gone, he's a little frustrated that the Shadow isn't in his room (but thankful he's not in his bed this time) to help out with their kid and Annie]

Where are you? Your... our kid needs you.

[after an hour of waiting, Django opens his journal. Might as well get it over with.]

...Has... anyone seen Dainn around lately?

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I'm Django. ...And you?

Cloud.

Did you only just get here?

A couple of weeks ago, yep.

I hope... you had enough time to adjust to the craziness.

You'd need a lifetime for that, man.

Or have you actually gotten used to it?

I've... been through worse.

I believe you.

It's not so bad sometimes.

There is a comfy bed waiting for me every night, food whenever I'm hungry and ghosts doing my laundry, and I haven't payed a single gil. Can't really complain at that.

The company's good too.

[shrug]

Wouldn't know.

You haven't made any friends?

If by friends you mean every single person I've met, then yeah. A few.

Mmm... They're what makes living here bearable.

[The sound of a shrug, if there was one at all.]

You don't think so?

Haven't been here long enough. But don't take me wrong, it's not like I'm looking forward to it either.

Believe me. I've been here for five years.

Five-- Why? [Because clearly he should know.]

No one knows...

You've never left?

Never.

Tough luck... [His way to say sorry? Maybe.]

But... I know I'll go home. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow.. One day...