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Brunhilde

Brunhilde was, at the time, too caught up in her annoyance to really pay attention to how she said what she said. It obviously didn't go over as well as it could have, what with the indignant mini-rant and all. Emi seemed a little bit upset at what she had to say, and immediately, guilt hammered her hard. Could've been worse, though. She didn't know exactly how she would've handled it if she'd managed to make Emi cry or something - that'd be really awful.

A sudden hug parked Brunhilde's train of thought right there. Shit. This was almost worse than just upsetting Emi, because now she was off-guard, no longer fired up, and beginning to feel bad about having all but shouted at the girl. She hugged Emi as tightly as she could (which, admittedly, wasn't much at Brunhilde's size).

"...sorry. I just really, really hate bei--feeling like a cripple."

Brunhilde released Emi from the hug after apologizing and returned to the ground, where she walked alongside Emi towards wherever they were going. Some short time later, the two entered a building rivaling the cafeteria's already impressive stature - except with a wealth of information and study sources rather than food. The sheer volume of info here was staggering, and she felt the immense weight of centuries of knowledge standing upon her. Emi spoke up.

"Why did you want to go into the library out of curiosity?"

Brunhilde couldn't remember, since she wasn't holding onto the journal herself. She quietly spoke to herself as she desperately tried to remember what it was she needed to do there, rather than answering Emi immediately.

"...Library... Right. Libraries have... Information? Studying... Study equipment... Books... books? Books. Oh. Right."

Why hadn't she checked the diary right off the bat? She took the book from Emi and flipped through the most recent pages, where the changelog written in shorthand on the left hand margin indicated that she had added a few things recently to the dossier pages. More page flipping, and the color yellow stood out amongst the white and black on the most recent entry to the diary's growing list of people. Emi's page was labeled 'Vitally Important - Do Not Misplace'. A reminder to prevent losing important information.

"...How to not misplace information..."

The gears turned over one by one. Clicking, sliding, grinding - and a little bit of smoking - as Brunhilde tried to dig for what had been lost. She didn't remember what she had gone there for in the first place, so she came up with a solution that seemed like something she would have wanted to do, and quickly wrote a reminder to write her damned task list down in great detail rather than leaving herself extremely poor quality hints. She spoke a little bit more audibly when she was convinced that she had figured it out.

"Backups. Right. It had to be for backing stuff up. I must've wanted to come here to back this stuff up. Now, which way is the media center..."

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