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[constellationprize]

Hi! This is ☆radia! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to answer your call... Um, if you need anything, it's fine to leave a message here! I'll answer you as soon as I can!
 

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Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

It was "Amakusa Shirou" who hurt you.

[ pause ]

He is certainly, certainly worried about you too.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

... He didn't hurt me. I just - . . .

Towards me, at least, he ... he didn't do anything wrong.

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

Then, what did he do?

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

It was just - . . .

[ a bit distantly he can hear sheets rustling on her end, the bed creaking as she shifts a little, uncomfortable ]

. . . I wanted to understand - ... I wanted to understand him more, so he helped me.

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

. . .

[ slowly, each word heavy ]

I see.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

That's -

[ somewhat panicked, ]

That's all, so . . . it's okay, isn't it...? At least - ... if it's about me, at least, then you don't need to worry, okay...?

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

[ bitterness seeps into his tone, ]

I have to worry. I definitely, definitely have to worry.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

[ s

softly, a nervous quaver to her voice ]

- Luci . . . ?

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

. . .

You know . . . You already know. That incident defined me, as "Amakusa Shirou". As "Lucifel", those emotions haven't gone away. If there is an "Amakusa Shirou", then undoubtedly, he has gone through the same tragedy. Even by a different name, he has.

[ softer, ]

To understand any one of us, you would first have to understand that.

Saying something like, "he just helped me understand him". . . I know. I know what that sort of thing means.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

. . .

[ ah ]

. . . I'm sorry.

[ and after a pause, softer than her already delicate tone - any more than this and he may need to strain his ears - ]

It was - ... it was my fault, so . . . if it's for you or for Doodle, then it's ... that's different, but if it's about me - even though I already...

... Please don't be angry with him...

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

If I can't be angry with him, then I'll be angry with myself.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

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- Don't.

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

I'm sorry.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

W-Why - why would you be angry with yourself? You didn't - ... even more than anyone else, you didn't do anything - ... and I -

- I followed him, and I let him - ... I asked him to help me, so it's my fault, isn't it...? He ... he gave me the chance to leave, too, so it's...

Neither of you did anything - Luci...

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

During the entire time that you were with him, that Avenger was with him - I was sleeping away like a baby. Moreover, if I wasn't the person I am, or if I hadn't had such a past, such a person wouldn't have come after you in the first place.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

I -

[ she can't quite cobble together a proper retort so instead she blurts out ]

... - I'm coming over, okay?

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

Dia-sama, don't force yourself.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

[ if she was thinking clearly enough to recall the hypnosis, she wouldn't risk it regardless of feeling the effect having faded, but, well.

you know.

so she's hanging up. a few minutes later there's a knock on sensitIV's dorm door? ]

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

[ . . .

going to the door, but without opening it: ]

Dia-sama.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

It's me . . . I -

Please let me in...

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

[ . . . opening up the door, then ]

I told you, you don't need to push yourself . . .

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

I -

[ propped up against the doorframe as she catches her breath, just at a glance it's clear she's unwell; her hair is disheveled within its nighttime braid (regardless of what time of day it is actually), eyes a bit sunken - the long nightgown she's wearing doesn't betray anything else amiss, but she notably appears to have forgotten her shoes in her panic to get here.

and seeing him, of course, she goes entirely stiff. it's lucifel, she knows, it must be, but the sight of his face dredges up memories of those days deftly, unbidden, ghosts sharp pain at her eyelids down to her chest and abdomen, her ankles and wrists, her core, her throat

her throat,

feels, again, for reasons she's unable to understand, oddly tight, as if she's holding her breath.

but she smiles at him, brittle, dampened further still by the thin sheen of sweat forming at her brow. ]

- I'm . . . I'm okay, aren't I? So - you don't need to worry...

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

[ his eyes narrow as he inspects her - every detail certainly caught, or at least that's how it might seem with how thoroughly he looks her over - and his jaw sets, a tension running through his body ]

. . . Mmm, you aren't. I'm sorry, but I'm going to continue worrying.

Re: Day 189

[constellationprize]

I'm -

[ s

shuts her eyes. ]

I'm sorry ... But - beyond that, Luci, I'm worried about you . . .

Is it okay for me to come in...?

Re: Day 189

[sancrimony]

. . . If I said no, then what would you do?