11 ⚜ Anonymous Text

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[It's been almost half a day since his release from jail, yet Crane's burying himself in research. His message is posted to the network in the evening. Oh, they may not like it, but they'll all give him an answer - one way or another - all they have to do is respond.]

Since the day you are born, you are taught not to fear. Verily, you are taught to gain wisdom you must conquer fear. There are those who like to point out that, in the face of courage, fear holds no power. There are those who like to say much about how he who hath overcome his fears is truly free. They don't say much in simple terms about the true nature of horror. They make assertions. Simple statements. Declare things to be so. You can believe in fear or you can reject it. But fear is not something you can outrun. It is within you, and nowhere at all.

You can say there is no fear. You can say there is no fear until you turn blue in the face. Your words will not change the feelings within you upon reading this message. They won't change the fact that you stand uneasy before your own terrified thoughts. And those thoughts make no difference to me. You can deny that fear exists, but that doesn't change it. Fear came into this world to teach you things. It came to keep you safe. Your own minds are wiser than you know. They know that fear is always with us; yet you never think it is an emotion you must deal with one day. You send down your eyes. You deny yourselves an awareness of its power.

There's no salvation in ignorance. There's no strength in ignorance. There's no wisdom in ignorance. Whatever fault you believe is rotting you to the core, the cause is fear. Fear does not cease to exist because it is ignored. It's settled. It's living. It's changing. What you believe of fear in this life doesn't determine how it affects you. When you all open your eyes, you live in fear. Fear is an emotion, my friends, that has plenty of patience. It awaits you. It awaits you in the morning when you open your eyes. It awaits when you close them at night. It doesn't matter if you deny it for a hundred years. It won't bother fear one bit.

Now I say unto you; the real tragedy is when men are afraid to accept their fears! For whosoever accepts their fears awakens in a place beyond his wildest imagination.

So tell me, imports. What is it like knowing I am out here? Are you frightened? Scared?

What terrifies you, I wonder. What are you scared of?

[He is the worst anon. He doesn't care. He wants reactions. Their reactions.]

Comments

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You mean Professor Callaghan? He's a good headmaster.

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Really? Ask him about Tadashi. Question him on the world Tadashi has returned to. I'm certain the professor has the answers as to why his prize student is certainly not alive.

[Look at that connection between a murderous teacher and his pupil.

Oh. HI ROBERT.]

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What are you talking about?

[Is he serious? Professor Callaghan had struck her as both kindly and firm - when he wasn't angry. He's got to be lying.]

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Murder.

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What makes you think I'll believe YOU?

[No way. No way has she run into this shit again.]

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[This is send after a few minutes, together with the message.]

"Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence."

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[Oh, shit. How in the hell did this happen? She knows she ought to try and hear Callaghan out, but she feels sick to her stomach over this.]

What in the hell.

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Hell. What delightful irony.

Hell. Yes, that's where he's going, wouldn't you say?

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What irony are you talking about, exactly?

[But it's there. First Jefferson, now this, and she doesn't know what to think.]

I don't believe in Hell.

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Well, we cannot conjure up Hell without picturing the image of a lake of fire. That picture is what he saw in his final moments, so I was told.

I believe you know about horrifying pictures, don't you?

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I'm not going to talk to YOU about this anymore.

What the hell are you talking about?

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Teachers who murder their students.

Though Professor Callaghan is no artist. A fortunate instance, in your case.

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[It's a damn good thing this is over text, or else Crane would be able to hear the gasp she gives, and the trembling of her voice.]

I have no idea what you mean.

[Max has always been a terrible liar.]

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I believe you do.

Why are you refusing to acknowledge it? Are you frightened?

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I'm fine.

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And a terrible liar.

You're trembling right now, aren't you?

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Not really. What the hell are you talking about?

[She is trembling, and she knows exactly what he means, but damned if she'll just let him toy with her like that.]

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Your teacher. Your school. Your classmate.

And murder.

It's a lovely story. Are you sure you want to share it with the class?

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Shut the fuck up!

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[Oh, that's a nice, juicy reaction!]

Well, technically I am writing... so I'm not saying a word.

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You're talking a good game, but you're just as pissed when your past is brought up, aren't you?

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I think this is a question you should be answering yourself. You're angry over the fact I brought up yours, aren't you?

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Unlike you, I'm not hurting anyone.

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Anyone? You've never hurt anyone in your past?

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Everyone has hurt someone in their lives, at some point. But not everybody hurts people like you do.