each at a different house hold sat in front of their screens, their faces illuminated by the glow of a white screen, a few message bubbles pop up.. here.. there, now none. each of us talking to the other two in individual response. little did poor itsumi know akumokagetsu was a lie and that jocelyn was too weak to come clean to anything and went to akumokagetsu to do it for her. itsumi sat in wait for what he had been typing, enjoying how he phrased every word hearing in her head how intellectually he spoke. she was falling fast down a pit that was never even there. jocelynn had loved itsumi for a long time only to never say a word. jocelyn knew that itsumi was attracted to the aspect of knowledge and cockiness.