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[About a day ago, Jeb vanished from Luceti. He left no trace behind this time, almost as if he had been sent home.
Well, he had been sent home--what had been a day in Luceti had been a year back home. He had learned so much... about Tori being the fragment, about his own connection to Terare of Earth... more details of the atrocities Donovan had committed in the past and continues to commit. And despite that, he can't hate Donovan. He can't--
The last thing Jeb remembers from back home is being attacked. He wasn't entirely sure why--didn't Donovan want him and his twin siblings alive?--but Tori and Michiru had shoved them out of the way.
And that's the absolute last thing he remembers, fresh in his mind. He... he doesn't even know if they're okay...
His eyes open, and he shivers. He's just in those white cotton pants again, his clothes once again folded next to him. He's back. He's back in Luceti, though it registers in his mind slowly. He's even woken up close to the spot he did when he arrived the first time.
He should lift himself up, try getting to the village... but he can't. He just can't. With blurry memories of the year he spent here and much more fresh memories of Tori and Michiru taking that attack swimming around in his mind, he just curls up and holds back tears.]
I'm so sorry...
[It's probably fortunate--and unfortunate--that the journal is recording. It at least ensures that someone will know he's not gone for good. Alternatively, feel free to find him, whether it be accidentally or intentionally]
Well, he had been sent home--what had been a day in Luceti had been a year back home. He had learned so much... about Tori being the fragment, about his own connection to Terare of Earth... more details of the atrocities Donovan had committed in the past and continues to commit. And despite that, he can't hate Donovan. He can't--
The last thing Jeb remembers from back home is being attacked. He wasn't entirely sure why--didn't Donovan want him and his twin siblings alive?--but Tori and Michiru had shoved them out of the way.
And that's the absolute last thing he remembers, fresh in his mind. He... he doesn't even know if they're okay...
His eyes open, and he shivers. He's just in those white cotton pants again, his clothes once again folded next to him. He's back. He's back in Luceti, though it registers in his mind slowly. He's even woken up close to the spot he did when he arrived the first time.
He should lift himself up, try getting to the village... but he can't. He just can't. With blurry memories of the year he spent here and much more fresh memories of Tori and Michiru taking that attack swimming around in his mind, he just curls up and holds back tears.]
I'm so sorry...
[It's probably fortunate--and unfortunate--that the journal is recording. It at least ensures that someone will know he's not gone for good. Alternatively, feel free to find him, whether it be accidentally or intentionally]