{There wasn't much time to tell. Lots of people tried to stop him from leaving, and the memory is too vague to guess why. Maybe they wanted the nanite. Maybe they just didn't trust my Other.}
*The lasagna has begun to smell good, and as he passes the oven he glances inside; not much time left, now. He puts the fruits he's carrying back in the bowl, and turns back to L while he waits.*
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Date: 2015-04-24 08:07 am (UTC){There wasn't much time to tell. Lots of people tried to stop him from leaving, and the memory is too vague to guess why. Maybe they wanted the nanite. Maybe they just didn't trust my Other.}
*The lasagna has begun to smell good, and as he passes the oven he glances inside; not much time left, now. He puts the fruits he's carrying back in the bowl, and turns back to L while he waits.*