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RIN: "I love butterflies. They are the best animal. Did you see any on your way here? Hisao."

NARRATOR: "She utters my name as an afterthought, possibly to make clear that she is now addressing me instead of just speaking her mind to whoever might be listening. This odd situation has left me speechless more or less since the moment Rin first opened her mouth. Now that she herself doesn't seem to have anything else to add, silence fills the small room. It makes me glance around again in an attempt to find something to talk about."

NARRATOR: "Rin's room is about as small as mine. The big window, which takes up most of the wall furthest from the door, opens to the east just like mine. It looks very normal, which strikes me as strange. I expected something more... different. About a dozen paintings - most of them in Rin's signature abstract style - and a few art posters are taking up almost all of the available wall space, but that's about the only real difference between her room and mine. The room is not exactly ascetic, but it doesn't look like what I'd expected from a girl's room, either. A faint smell of art... of paint and paper is floating in the air. It's the same smell the art room has. Rin isn't too concerned about being tidy, it seems; everything she owns seems to be arranged in various piles around her room."

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RIN: "It's OK. I probably said stupid things too. It's just sometimes a bit hard to keep my thoughts the way I like them. They are not very straight, at least most of the time. Not that I want to have them straight... I just wish they were at least in some shape. Round is fine too. But I need more definition. My thoughts are very messy. Messy."

[[File:rin_high_frown.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "She repeats the word melancholically, then flops lying down on her bed and nuzzles her head against her pillow, shutting her eyes."

RIN: "Enough. Tired. You should go. I'm going to sleep again."

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NARRATOR: "She opens one of her eyes to look at me."

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RIN: "Wait."

NARRATOR: "Her request stops me in my tracks, not that I intended to scoot off right away. I look over my shoulder at the girl lying on her bed, again with the strangest kind of smile on her features. She should smile more often."

NARRATOR: "Her request stops me in my tracks, not that I intended to scoot off right away."

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NARRATOR: "I look over my shoulder at the girl lying on her bed, again with the strangest kind of smile on her features. She should smile more often."

RIN: "I can walk you to the door. It's the least a gentleman can do."

RIN: "I can walk you to the door."

[[File:rin_high_grinwide.jpg|700px]]

RIN: "It's the least a gentleman can do."

[[File:rin_high_smile.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "Rin giggles like a little kid, making me beyond absolutely certain that she took far too much of her cold medication today."

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NARRATOR: "I am absolutely stumped on how to respond."

NARRATOR: "Rin takes a step backwards, separating her body from mine, and making me only now realize that they were even connected in the first place. The second step is actually a fall backwards, luckily straight onto her bed. The soft thud Rin's thin body makes against the mattress breaks the silence. I move quickly over to her to see if she hurt herself, only to be met with the peaceful face of dreaming. Rin sleeps. She is lying diagonally across the bed, somehow managing to have simultaneously fallen asleep while standing up, and fallen down in a way that she didn't injure herself. Fool's luck. I tuck Rin in, covering her with the sheets as well as I can. She feels very light, even though I am not that strong. I stand up to look at her, the oval-shaped face, the dark eyelashes shut against the feverish cheeks, the slender body covered with the pale sheets."

NARRATOR: "Rin takes a step backwards, separating her body from mine, and making me only now realize that they were even connected in the first place. The second step is actually a fall backwards, luckily straight onto her bed. The soft thud Rin's thin body makes against the mattress breaks the silence."

[[File:rin_high_open.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "I move quickly over to her to see if she hurt herself, only to be met with the peaceful face of dreaming. Rin sleeps. She is lying diagonally across the bed, somehow managing to have simultaneously fallen asleep while standing up, and fallen down in a way that she didn't injure herself. Fool's luck."

[[File:rin_high_sleep.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "I tuck Rin in, covering her with the sheets as well as I can. She feels very light, even though I am not that strong. I stand up to look at her, the oval-shaped face, the dark eyelashes shut against the feverish cheeks, the slender body covered with the pale sheets."

NARRATOR: "Rin sleeps. A conflict - no. Conflicts, plural, churn inside of me. I think about calling a nurse to keep an eye on her, but decide against it. After taking one more glance at her peaceful face, I decide that she'll be fine. I do pocket the remaining pills, though. I exit the room, and close the door soundlessly behind me. I exhale deeply, only now realizing I had held my breath for the better part of a minute. Taking a moment to relax, I try to calm down my heart, racing like a jackrabbit."

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 {{Infobox transcript
+|image = rin_high_grinwide.jpg
 |act = 2rin
 |title = Signal Interference
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 RIN: "I love butterflies. They are the best animal. Did you see any on your way here? Hisao."
 NARRATOR: "She utters my name as an afterthought, possibly to make clear that she is now addressing me instead of just speaking her mind to whoever might be listening. This odd situation has left me speechless more or less since the moment Rin first opened her mouth. Now that she herself doesn't seem to have anything else to add, silence fills the small room. It makes me glance around again in an attempt to find something to talk about."
 NARRATOR: "Rin's room is about as small as mine. The big window, which takes up most of the wall furthest from the door, opens to the east just like mine. It looks very normal, which strikes me as strange. I expected something more... different. About a dozen paintings - most of them in Rin's signature abstract style - and a few art posters are taking up almost all of the available wall space, but that's about the only real difference between her room and mine. The room is not exactly ascetic, but it doesn't look like what I'd expected from a girl's room, either. A faint smell of art... of paint and paper is floating in the air. It's the same smell the art room has. Rin isn't too concerned about being tidy, it seems; everything she owns seems to be arranged in various piles around her room."
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 RIN: "It's OK. I probably said stupid things too. It's just sometimes a bit hard to keep my thoughts the way I like them. They are not very straight, at least most of the time. Not that I want to have them straight... I just wish they were at least in some shape. Round is fine too. But I need more definition. My thoughts are very messy. Messy."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_frown.jpg|700px]]</p>
 NARRATOR: "She repeats the word melancholically, then flops lying down on her bed and nuzzles her head against her pillow, shutting her eyes."
 RIN: "Enough. Tired. You should go. I'm going to sleep again."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_oneeye.jpg|700px]]</p>
 NARRATOR: "She opens one of her eyes to look at me."
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 RIN: "Wait."
-NARRATOR: "Her request stops me in my tracks, not that I intended to scoot off right away. I look over my shoulder at the girl lying on her bed, again with the strangest kind of smile on her features. She should smile more often."
+NARRATOR: "Her request stops me in my tracks, not that I intended to scoot off right away."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_grin.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "I look over my shoulder at the girl lying on her bed, again with the strangest kind of smile on her features. She should smile more often."
-RIN: "I can walk you to the door. It's the least a gentleman can do."
+RIN: "I can walk you to the door."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_grinwide.jpg|700px]]</p>
+RIN: "It's the least a gentleman can do."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_smile.jpg|700px]]</p>
 NARRATOR: "Rin giggles like a little kid, making me beyond absolutely certain that she took far too much of her cold medication today."
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 NARRATOR: "I am absolutely stumped on how to respond."
-NARRATOR: "Rin takes a step backwards, separating her body from mine, and making me only now realize that they were even connected in the first place. The second step is actually a fall backwards, luckily straight onto her bed. The soft thud Rin's thin body makes against the mattress breaks the silence. I move quickly over to her to see if she hurt herself, only to be met with the peaceful face of dreaming. Rin sleeps. She is lying diagonally across the bed, somehow managing to have simultaneously fallen asleep while standing up, and fallen down in a way that she didn't injure herself. Fool's luck. I tuck Rin in, covering her with the sheets as well as I can. She feels very light, even though I am not that strong. I stand up to look at her, the oval-shaped face, the dark eyelashes shut against the feverish cheeks, the slender body covered with the pale sheets."
+NARRATOR: "Rin takes a step backwards, separating her body from mine, and making me only now realize that they were even connected in the first place. The second step is actually a fall backwards, luckily straight onto her bed. The soft thud Rin's thin body makes against the mattress breaks the silence."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_open.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "I move quickly over to her to see if she hurt herself, only to be met with the peaceful face of dreaming. Rin sleeps. She is lying diagonally across the bed, somehow managing to have simultaneously fallen asleep while standing up, and fallen down in a way that she didn't injure herself. Fool's luck."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:rin_high_sleep.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "I tuck Rin in, covering her with the sheets as well as I can. She feels very light, even though I am not that strong. I stand up to look at her, the oval-shaped face, the dark eyelashes shut against the feverish cheeks, the slender body covered with the pale sheets."
 NARRATOR: "Rin sleeps. A conflict - no. Conflicts, plural, churn inside of me. I think about calling a nurse to keep an eye on her, but decide against it. After taking one more glance at her peaceful face, I decide that she'll be fine. I do pocket the remaining pills, though. I exit the room, and close the door soundlessly behind me. I exhale deeply, only now realizing I had held my breath for the better part of a minute. Taking a moment to relax, I try to calm down my heart, racing like a jackrabbit."