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ｆｉｆｔｈ。 ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ。
[ ... It's strange. When Ange comes back from the mission she went on to get Battler's departure of her mind, she decides to visit her mother first, just quickly - just to make sure she's okay now, although she doesn't doubt it, Kyrie's pretty strong, after all.. but instead the house just seems really quiet, and no matter where she looks in it, it's like there's nobody there. She can already guess what it means, which is why she soundlessly drops on the floor with a near empty-looking expression as she opens the journal and tries to contact her mother that way. ... Still.. nothing.
No way. No way-- first Battler left, and now her mother did too, and neither times was she even allowed to say goodbye? Silently she shakes her head to herself, but instead Ange notices that she's already start crying. It's unfair, too unfair-- losing her family at the start of October twice by now..
It takes a long time before she even stops crying. But even then she doesn't move from where she's sitting, she completely lacks the power and will to do so. She doesn't even feel like going home anymore, even if that's only right next door to the house she's in right now. She just...
... After what seems like an eternity it still takes way too much effort to make herself open the journal, writing in it with shaky fingers, the words empty and meaningless. ]
For those that hadn't noticed yet, Battler Ushiromiya left Luceti a little while ago.
As of this morning, Kyrie Ushiromiya is gone as well.
( ooc: i'll be slow on tags since i have quite the backlog, so please bear with me! )
No way. No way-- first Battler left, and now her mother did too, and neither times was she even allowed to say goodbye? Silently she shakes her head to herself, but instead Ange notices that she's already start crying. It's unfair, too unfair-- losing her family at the start of October twice by now..
It takes a long time before she even stops crying. But even then she doesn't move from where she's sitting, she completely lacks the power and will to do so. She doesn't even feel like going home anymore, even if that's only right next door to the house she's in right now. She just...
... After what seems like an eternity it still takes way too much effort to make herself open the journal, writing in it with shaky fingers, the words empty and meaningless. ]
For those that hadn't noticed yet, Battler Ushiromiya left Luceti a little while ago.
As of this morning, Kyrie Ushiromiya is gone as well.
( ooc: i'll be slow on tags since i have quite the backlog, so please bear with me! )
[Nothing/1/2]
No, two. They had the same surname, too...were they family? No, that wasn't even a question. That aching feeling started welling up in his chest again...as if something important to him was torn out. Chances to create new bonds...the chance to understand worlds beyond his own...and he'd foregone them.
Now he's too late to try and pick up what's left.
It hurt him more than he'd liked. So much more; it was unbearable, in fact, especially since he'd glimpsed so many others sharing the same pain this person must have been feeling. The tears stream down a little as he curls up in his bed, wallowing in his own self-loathing, wishing he could try to encourage the people whose hearts were just destroyed by the Malnosso. And yet, nothing escaped his lips.
Souji felt weak. He was weak.]
[Written]
...So he takes the pen and writes a small response.]
...My condolences.
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She glances at the journal, doesn't recognize the name added to the message. It deflates her motivation to write even further, but she feels so.. so empty that her hand ends up moving and writing back without thinking. ]
Did you know either of them?
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Something in him told him to back away, not say anything--but the god lingering in his mind urged him to go on. 'You won't know until you try', to paraphrase its cryptic way of speaking--so he writes back, slightly shakily.]
No, I don't...but I know what it's like to lose family. [...And it was hard to sound sincere about that when it's just letters on paper. The temptation to switch was staggering.]
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Some vaguely still sarcastic part of her brain thinks 'welcome to the club', but it's such a tiny voice that she can't even hear it. ]
This is the third time for me. [ Instead she just ends up speaking the truth. It's the only thing that will come out when she can't feel anything. ]
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So without another thought, his hand continues to write--in hopes that his consoling will be heard.]
...I see. [...Three departures, all of them painful. It made him cringe even as he continued on.]
...Ask yourself this--would they want to see you this way?
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They're dead.
[ A beat, and only then the writing goes on. ]
So I don't think they have much left to be able to want.
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...The thought repeats itself, over and over, as if to engrave itself into his mind. It couldn't have been. It was too much for him to believe. They were gone already? Already dead, before they were summoned here to Luceti? Already beyond saving?
...So they were sent back, just so they could die again!?
What the hell--!? There's no words he can muster that can describe how much he wants to shove the Blade of Totsuka into something right now. The pain this was causing her must have been three--no, tenfold--solely because of that fact. And because he doesn't recognize them, nor does he recognize the hurting woman on the other end of the conversation...
He can't help but hate Luceti even more--can't help but hate himself more, for not being able to say more than he should be able to.]
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...Then I'll be praying for them, and you.
It's the least I could do in their stead, even if I didn't know them well.
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[ It's not even her usual cynicism, really. It's just.. she's never heard much like it, after being treated unkindly by people for practically all her life it's strange to hear someone saying something like that, someone having actual compassion. ]
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[Dead honesty. There's special emphasis, as if that choice of words wasn't enough...
It was just something he had a natural knack at -- offering shelter and care for whoever he could.]
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You're a little like him then.
[ Almost painfully so, since it brings up the memories-- ]
Like my brother, I mean.
[ Just less ridiculous, judging from the calm writing. But it's only a distant resemblance either way, something that just shows in this very fact. Someone who just helps others no matter what.. her older brother was definitely kind like that too, right? Even though those kind of people are so rare to find.. ]
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Really?
[He didn't think there was anyone else that had the same tendencies...then again, the world wasn't exactly a small place; there was enough room for more empathic people like him.]
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was[ the word is written, then quickly and somewhat shakingly striked through. ] is a very kind person. Even if his enemy would be hurt, even then he would probably still care about it and feel bad for them in the end.He's the type that doesn't want to see anyone sad either.
[ How ironic that she's sad now because of his depature now then, right? ]
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Dead or alive...he must have been a strong influence on her life.] He would've been a good friend, then. [Part of him regrets not talking to him, but...he can't linger on that anymore. A pause, before he continues--]
...And I'm sure that if he was still here he wouldn't want to see you cry.
1 / 2
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For a moment she stares at the paper - she can hardly believe that she was the one who wrote those vile words, really. It's not like he could've helped it after all, but.. ... but.. it just stings. Being left alone again and again, always being the only one who's left behind.. ]
Sorry. I didn't meant it like that. I just
[ no words appear for a moment or two. ]
It's not easy to just stop caring.
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Definitely a good reason for her to be all distraught about it...especially with the way the village seems to draw in people only to just spit them out when it was through with them. He sighs a little before writing another reply.]
I understand that...but some things are just not in our control.
[...If only he'd realized that sooner, after Rise disappeared. He hit a slump that simply should not have been there.
He knows better now, however.]
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.. Should we suffer just for the sake of their whims?
[ it's too much like the witches back home and their cruelty. ]
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...I can't say I know the answer to that. [Even if he had been pulled around by a goddess, himself, all for the sake of an experiment--the same reasons they were pulled here, in Luceti.] For all I know, it's fate having a sick sense of humor.
But rolling around in our own suffering isn't going to do any good. I lost a very close friend ['No...someone who was family to me.'] before I came back, but it won't stop me from pushing forward.
I hope you find the strength to do the same.
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But reaching out is difficult. It's why there's a long pause and quite some hesitation before she manages to write on -- ]
Maybe if we could talk again sometime.
.. That'd.. be nice, I mean.
[ And showing weakness is still difficult, but she tries. ]
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And maybe one day, he'll help you sort those bitter feelings out.]
Yeah. I'd like that, too. [...A brief pause, before he decides it's probably time for a proper introduction.]
...I'm Seta Souji. And you are?
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Ange. .. Ange Ushiromiya, although I doubt I need to add the last name by now.
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...It's a pleasure to meet you, Ushiromiya-san.
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I guess I should say the same, but.. the circumstances could've been better, huh?
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