[ So. A lot of her close friends have been sent home. And the thing is, she never really had many friends back home. There were a few she was very close to — ones she cared for greatly. But being in Asgard for six months now (oocly one year . . .) has had a large effect on her. She had grown to accept these people as very good friends.

And even if she knew that it was possible that they'd disappear — and possibly reappear with no memories — it was still a shock as one after another, they left. And they all had friends here too — she felt terrible for those like her as well.

The girl on the screen gives a small grin, attempting to look cheerful. It probably fails. She couldn't distract herself enough with the other Hinamizawans, so here she is.]

...Aha...!! They should let us have farewell parties for the people who leave. Or at least a proper good-bye! [ What she would give to at least say thank you to those she met. She'd ask the people related to them to pass on messages, but she knows how this all works now. ] ...I'm sorry if someone you knew left.

Heh, that makes me realise how long I've been here. [ She actually knew perfectly how long she's been here — she keeps records of everything, but she prefers to act like this. Also. It's been like three months since she's properly trolled anyone!! ]

Some people have been here a little longer than me, but not many of those people are still around. [ Which is depressing in itself. ] Who's even left?

Oh — [ At this moment, the cat she was left by Yozora pops it's head up from the bottom of the screen and proceeds to climb onto her boobs awkwardly. Say hi to Melons in front of her own melons... ] Hey--!!

[Hello Asgard, it's "???" popping up again.]

What makes a home?

Is Asgard a home to you now?

[........Yup, that's all he has to say, even if he should probably notify people who may be interested to know that he's alive awake.]

[ It's been a while she Morgana showed her face on the network. Preferring texts to keep herself as distant as possible had worked for a long while. Now, though, she is too tired to type and so, Asgard, you will just have to bear with seeing her looking worse for wear. One might think she is ill, perhaps, but those who know her will maybe be able to tell that Morgana had looked like this before, in the days during which she was plagued by her nightmares.

Paler than ever, she looks as if she lost some weight but she doesn't seem bothered by it, not at all. She is busy turning a bracelet in her fingers. Not the bracelet she has gotten here, no, that one is on her other arm, but one of silver and gold she had received long ago from her sister. She is quiet for a moment before speaking. Her voice is low, confident but holds a shade of exhaustion. ]

If everyone are quite done with playing games in the snow -

[ an edge there, impatience laced with anger. ]

I would hear of the sleeping aids this city has to offer. If you know of any, or of anyone who might sell them, I would listen.

[ that is...all, actually. Her messages are becoming briefer by the day. ]