Da Ninja's been under a lot of strain lately, and we don't know how to help him, quite. All I know right now is that we want to listen to Lacuna Coil. Gis pouts about it, Jack demands it, ends of his tentacles balled into makeshift fists. But all LaunchCast has to offer at this hour is Marcy Playground. *sigh* I'm getting a terrible, terrible headache. It won't go away... but nothing hurts. Nothing ever hurts. Damn.

My brows are knitted into a permanent frown, and I distrust everyone and their motives. Even Mar�a's. Right now, especially Mar�a's. Now more than ever, Piojo warns us against her, but Ninja shakes his head stubbornly trying to clear this painless ache.

"You'll never see me fall from grace," he mutters along to some Korn, his words grated through clentched teeth directing themselves at the Protector. Piojo laughs humorlessly and tells us that we are alone, always to be alone. No one can be trusted. For they will always betray us at one point or another. Yang says nothing, but silently agrees, at least when it comes to Mar�a. I haven't quite told her yet that Yang doesn't like her, doesn't trust her at all. She, like Denise, annoys the crap outta him. He wishes she would go away and leave him alone. Leave us all alone. But Dud says Mar�a never will leave. *grunt* She says it like it's a good thing. Right now, Ninja is struggling with the overload he's getting, both at work and at home. This morning he threatened to leave, and at first we told him it was a stupid move. Because we thought it was a stupid move. But the more we've thought about it as the day's gone by, the more we realize he's got a point. We can't be so selfish that we let our frontrunner suffer so much just because we want to be comfortable. Sometimes, he needs to be comfortable too. Sometimes, the poor guy just needs a break. He needs a break from everything, and I guess that's why we're waiting for Mar�a to break. So someone can break, since he never will (at least not for a while yet), so she'll betray us already and Piojo can be right as always... and we can get on with our life. I want to get on without her, without the Dud and her baby, without them all...