"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

“…Is this some new kind of area? Pretty sure I planned to go straight to Canard, not warp somewhere else. A glitch?”

After disposing of AIDA he wanted to think that maybe it was just an ordinary glitch caused by anything, but lately after that grueling journey he knew better. It was something else, something that meant a pain in the ass and a stab of concern all in the same breath for Haseo. 

“No one seems online here..and I can’t get into contact with anyone. Damn, what the hell is this?” 

A gloved hand went to his hair, still fully in his PC body, which meant it had to be somewhere but he didn’t know just what exactly the where was. His weapons seemed intact and he could still recognize the presence of Skeith but..

Still no damn clue. Give me a break.

Glancing over at the first person he saw, Haseo shoved his hands into his pockets and walked as quickly as he could to catch up, voice brusque and annoyed.

“Hey. You know what area this is? I can’t get in contact with any of my member addresses.”

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Haseo, .Hack G.U.