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[Gilbert has really gotten to the point where he's had enough. He's confused, and he knows he should have paid better attention when people were talking about things before, but he's still just, well, a mess.

Those who know him might not be that surprised by this.]

If someone is... if someone is an infiltrator [That's the word, right? He thinks so. Terminology.] Is there any way to snap them out of it? How long does it last?

[He doesn't like it. Any of it. So he adds, in a mental mutter.] What if you shake them really hard?

[Right okay back to being an adult. A sulking adult.] My brother doesn't remember me. Once this is over, he will again, right? Are there lasting effects? Is it dangerous to him now if I talk to him? I mean, if I'm a reminder of his actual life or anything, it won't break anything in him, right?

[Someday he will not have this many newbie questions. Maybe.] Is there anyone this has happened to before, where you forgot who you were and became someone else because of these Trumps? Were you all right? When it ended... were you really all right?

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I think if we knew that, we wouldn't be stuck in the cycle to begin with.

[Yes, they would all like to know where these assholes are. Threatening them with his giant ice dragon friend would be great.]

I suppose that's true. [Not a pleasing thought at all. He is not a fan of running in circles, though he's become patient over the years because he has had no choice but to be.]</small So there's no changing it immediately. We're trapped.

For the time being. [And that's as close as he'll stray to open rebellion on this network, because who knows if the Trumps are listening in? That people aren't going to be happy and want to do something about them would hardly be any secret, but getting to specifics? Tch. He's not stupid.]

Right. [Gilbert can appreciate the answer for what it is.]

So how do we bring this, er, Jaunt to an end? Is there some goal that needs to be met? Or will it end when it ends.

There's supposed to be a goal, as I believe I had explained to me before the last one. [You know, before he spent two months being somebody else.] What that goal is seems to be up to us to figure out.

[It's kind of an interesting tactic, honestly. Not telling them what's expected of them may make it more difficult to fulfill their wishes . . . but it also makes it more difficult to intentionally sabotage anything.]

...it'd be way too easy to expect the bastards who dropped us here to tell us why the hell they dropped us here.

[Bitching about the guys in charge in the open air mind-network that said guys in charge have bestowed upon them is probably not his smartest move. But he's frustrated enough that he can't even care.

He hasn't considered the preventing sabotage bit yet, but eventually his thoughts will circle around to something like it.] I suppose they have their reasons.

I'm sure they do. [It's a neutral answer, but there's a hint of bitterness in his mental voice. Having reasons doesn't mean that they're acceptable ones, after all.]

[His thoughts are in a similar vein -- though he's wondering if they're outright malevolent so much so that they don't want to get their own hands dirty.]

So until then. Here we are. At least... at least these jaunts don't last.

[Hitsugaya has a special hate for manipulators; they're far worse than those who dirty their own hands, in his eyes.]

No, they don't. We just get subjected to one after another, with little breaks in between. [Optimistic fellow, isn't he?]

Trapped in a cycle.

[Sounds a little familiar. But worse since half the people he worries most about aren't here.]

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