Yes, I know I know. I just killed R off, and now I'm posting a chapter with her in it. But I had to post this, because I got sick of not being able to call the virus that she had by its proper name. (Though... I could've just told you its name, and it's not like I've needed to talk about it, but... whatever I'd still have to post this eventually)

This happens before Q leaves for CO, but that's a bit obvious, I think... So. Yeah.

"I should've known I'd find you down here…"

R glanced up from the computer she was at. The computer was old and clunky. Compared to every other computer in the World that Never Was, it was definitely the oldest, the least hi-tech, and the one that you'd vote "most likely to stop working any minute now". Despite its looks, R could make it run as smooth as any of the other computers – if not smoother.

She frowned slightly, a bit surprised to see her older "sister" Q. (Of course, since it was impossible for Replicas to have any blood relations, most considered themselves related if they had been created in the same set.) She and Q, though being sisters, didn't talk as often as one might think. In fact, they hadn't spoken to each other for nearly a month—or was it two?— now. R wondered why Q had now decided to break that silence.

"What do you need me for?" she asked.

"Am I not allowed to say goodbye before I leave?" Q replied.

R chuckled. "So you finally got sick of L, eh? Took you long enough! Looks like Chrys owes me munny." She faltered. "If I could actually talk to him, of course. He's been avoiding me..."

"Really?"

R nodded. "Not sure why. Anyway, you're leaving?"

"I've decided to do something about L."

R rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the computer. "You'll get killed," she said. "You know that right? I don't care if you're plotting revenge or whatever on L; setting foot in Castle Oblivion is practically a death wish."

"I won't stay there any longer than I need to."

R smiled. "You sure this is the best way to go about it, though? There are other ways to get revenge."

Catching onto the tone in R's voice, Q smiled, too. "What have you been working on?" she asked, liking where this was heading.

R had always been good with computers. She could hack her way into anything – if she were allowed to try, she could've probably retrieved whatever part of the Program it was that the Rebellion had with few issues and possibly without even going anywhere near Castle Oblivion. One of R's hobbies was developing viruses specifically tailored to Replicas, and from the sounds of it, she'd just finished a new one.

"Do you remember Xion?" she asked.

"Vaguely…" Q replied slowly. She had seen Xion all of once, and had only heard rumors about what had eventually happened to her.

"Xion's data, being unstable, was doomed to fall apart from the very beginning," R explained. "I was able to replicate what happened to her-"

"And turned it into a virus?" Q asked, before R got into any technical details.

R grinned. "Exactly! Of course, I had to guess in a few places, as there isn't an accurate record of everything that happened to her, and I did modify the process a bit… Ah! Nothing to worry about, though," she said quickly. "It wasn't anything major. The virus still produces the desired effect."

"Forgive me for not quite following, but what exactly does the virus do?" Q asked.

"Slowly and painfully eats away at a Replica's data until there is nothing left of them," R replied, grinning even wider. "Perfect way to get revenge, I'd say."

"It works?"

R's grin faltered. "Well…"

"You don't know?" Q folded her arms across her chest.

"It's not like anyone's willing to test it, and even if someone were, it'd be about three months before I was positive that it worked. However, given the way it's written, I'm sure that it will do something. And why not use L as our guinea pig?"

Q considered it for a moment. Finally, she sighed. "As tempting as the offer is, I don't think I could wait three months."

"What if we tried it on 37?"

Q laughed.

"I'll let you know if my plan backfires, okay? We'll talk then."

"Alright…" R sighed. "Don't get yourself killed!"

"I won't."

And with that, Q left.