My life is frustration. We get so close to finding the... the what? Source of the horror? Method of transmission? Motivation? Whatever it is, we get close to finding it, and then fail miserably. We even got it to change its pattern of behavior – we're obviously on to something, but what that something is, I can't say.
I'm beyond frustrated at this point, and my companions apparently feel the same, since they see suicide as the only option remaining. I'd call them noble for their sacrifice, but I think they're just getting lazy. There has to be something that we're missing – something that we're not getting. I just don't know, I'm just out of ideas. I don't know what to do. Investigation sucks. It was so much easier to track down petty criminals and rip their fingernails off.
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