二十三 ; èr shí sān

[getsomesleep]

[Several drops of ink appear on the paper before Huo finally gets to writing - he's hesitating a great deal. His script, too, is slow and cautious.]

While I do not wish to associate myself with anonymous writers of dubious origins, [another long pause, another ink drop] if searchers are currently creating some effect that they are unaware of

[His pen lingers here, and lingers, until finally with a dash of ink, he erases the previous sentence and quickly scribbles something else:]

You are not free of a prison if its roof falls down on your head.

Comments

This is not a comment.

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

[Huo will get some side-eye when he gets home, but Hawk is. Not. Saying a word. He agreed to this madness. In a way.]

[longnosedliar.livejournal.com]

No. You'd be dead, but you'd be free.

[unevoked.livejournal.com]

I dunno, there wouldn't be walls 'round you anymore, would there?

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

We create nothing here. The Sphere and the powers that control it create everything. Apparently some people can't understand that difference.

[ghost_of_00]

One person's decision can affect all.

[There's a pause, and the following is inked after one minute.]

Do you think this is a prison?

00

[notpissedoff]

There are some who would rather die fighting than remain captives indefinitely.

[flenceburgsbest.livejournal.com]

[Just a dab here in red ink, nothing more.]

[kisameisafish.livejournal.com]

Maybe some of us think it's better to die free, Huo-san.

[extantlaw.livejournal.com]

There is no freedom without the truth. If you believe otherwise, you're a fool.