Touko Fukawa

[It's nothing different, to not hear publicly from Touko for months. Aside from lurking the library front desk or stacks, silently trying to judge character by reading lists, or sitting as far back as she can see the board at school, not speaking unless spoken to, she doesn't keep a schedule aside from avoiding crowds.

This week's been different, though, even if she hid during most of the flood. She's tried to talk to people she sees, a few times, not even to ask for anything, and hasn't led with insults when someone else asks her a question. Sometimes, she can even look in their eyes. It's almost like she's a new girl. She can't believe she's thought all this time that everyone has it out for her; no one's made a move since Zane killed her, and a minute in Anya's head told her that everything she thought was true was fantasy, something she almost wanted to believe. Maybe she needs to not hide inside herself.

When the camera's on, she's pale and nervous, looking down at something in her hand instead of into the view - she's going to have to talk in front of people some day, she got away with not touring long enough - but Touko doesn't record herself unless it's really Syo talking, so it's enough that she can do this much.]

Before I came here, I wrote. My books have sold in the seven digits, I've won awards, I received a scholarship meant for my country's most talented high school students. Nothing of mine's in the library, it isn't the kind of thing anyone here would want to read.

[She's only telling half the truth: after a scare with Iris, everything in any language available is hidden in the top shelf of her closet, behind Syo's special stash.]

I've been here almost a year, and in the meantime everything I've tried to produce is unreadable. I haven't been writing it in the right spirit, but I need to try something new.

What do I write about, if not what I've seen here?

[Chris; Cassel is copied in to this]

I-i know I should say this in person, but... I want to apologize.