Epilogue

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On the other side of the door, I hear the group discussing a possible name change. However, I doubt they'll actually make any progress regarding changing the name of our group. They never do. I think their discussions would be much better if they take the time to actually listen to one another rather than shout their own views across the table.

Of course, I am not able to see the table through this wooden door. I only know it exists because I too shouted my opinions across it a couple days ago. I suppose the best word to describe my current situation is grounded. I suppose I'm grounded. However, where most grounding would restrict one to their house, I may only stay within the walls of my room.

I don't mind it much. Sometimes I'd like to get away from those chaotic individuals. I don't mind remaining in my room unless it starts to rain; there's a tiny hole in the roof of my room that I haven't got around to fix, meaning when the water leaks in and splashes onto the carpet, I have to sleep in a room that smells like a wet dog.

Tobe said that my confinement won't last long, but we both know the time I spend locked up in my room will depend on me. I know I'm alright, and I think he believes I am alright too. However, the rest of the group isn't too sure about that.

Honestly, I don't understand what the fuss is about. In this world, people fight, and I happened to get into an argument with Con a couple days go. I believe she is the reason everything escalated so quickly. When she hit me, she couldn't stand that my only reaction was to laugh in her face, and so she kept hitting me.

It didn't hurt much, but I didn't think that fact should allow me to be some pushover, so I hit her back, and I carried on hitting her until we drew the attention of the rest of our teammates. They watched us throw a couple punches at each other before stepping in to stop us, and for some reason, they all looked more scared of me.

Tobe said I had a wild look in my eye. He said everyone in the group noticed it. I don't believe any of them. I believe their taking the side of a member they are all closer to, and I believe they are using my infection against me. I've told them all about my condition, even the part where I think it causes my mind to play games with me. I've told them, and now they're using it against me.

It doesn't matter now. Tobe said he'll let everything go back to normal when they monitor my current state and find nothing different about me. He says I should appreciate this time as my holiday.

Well, as I've already said, I don't mind getting away from everyone else for some time. I've only been with them for just over two months, but they already drain the life out of me. I'll manage though. This is a minor issue I'll have to cope with in order to bring change to Geode, and, although my group occasionally irritates me, this group is the best way to achieve such a change.

They're a determined group, and they are willing to do just about anything to ensure justice is served onto those who wrong others. We steal from the thieves and take the lives of murderers. It may seem hypocritical, but we aren't like them.

We aim to change people and laws for the better. We aim to cause awareness for wrongs and light a spark in citizens, causing them to act to achieve a change they want. We aim to bring justice to all those in need, rather than use our power and voice for profit or other private benefits. We aren't like them, and for the most part, I'm happy being a part of something as good as this.

The only thing worrying me is Mathea. I suppose I should be proud, but I always want to shelter the things I love. I haven't been able to talk to Mathea, but I have seen her. I've seen her, but she hasn't seen me. I've also heard her voice; she's been on the news lately.

Mathea seems to believe in the good my group claims to be doing. Mathea believes in Square, and Tobe has told me that he is thinking of recruiting her. He probably thought I'd be happy to be reunited with my sister, but I can't help but worry when it comes to her.

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