Ninth Whisper

[am_not_an_angel]

At least the dress wasn't ruined. It would be hard to tell her I ruined it the first time I wore her work.

And I'm glad that Risa and A.B.A are okay. I should just really accept that girl, even if she's...like that. Remember, all kinds of people are here--both strange and abnormal. Heck, this place makes him look ordinary!

...It's useless, isn't it?

Comments

[handprinting]

Yes. I'm here.

[am_not_an_angel]

This is a bit strange...but can I use your bathroom?

Action comments?

[handprinting]

Yes. Ok.

Sure

[am_not_an_angel]

Thank you. Ours still can't be used.

[handprinting]

[He lets her in, blank-faced as usual]

Not fixed yet?

[am_not_an_angel]

[Drags her feet in, extra clothes in hand.]

Not yet.

Good thing you weren't cursed, too.

[handprinting]

It wouldn't have made a difference.

[Shuts the door once she's inside, locking it securely again. Old habits of being careful aren't easy to shake off, and he sees no reason not to be careful in the City.]

Unless Amber was cursed too. Then I'd have wanted to be cursed to be with her.

[am_not_an_angel]

[Slumps on the couch. So that was how a curse felt like, absolutely draining.]

Why would you want to be cursed? People drowned during that curse.

[handprinting]

[He's just standing there, looking at her, still expressionless.]

I wouldn't leave Amber on her own. She might have needed me. It wouldn't matter if I drowned.

[Completely matter of fact about it, because to him it's perfectly logical.]

[am_not_an_angel]

[Was this kid serious? Willing to drown? It felt so wrong for her, yet she felt that feeling of deja vu.]

You're willing to die...just like that?

[And with a straight face. It was all too familiar.]

[handprinting]

Yes. Amber's more important than I am.

And I'm already dead.

[Just the faintest look on his face now, gone almost before it's there because he doesn't really understand it. Regret.

Not at dying, but at having failed Amber by not being there anymore.]

[am_not_an_angel]

What?

[Walks up to him and touches the skin, just to make sure what he said was really true.]

How...?

[handprinting]

I was fighting November 11. I wasn't strong enough, and he had help. I lost.

[And sure enough he's cold, with no heartbeat.]

[am_not_an_angel]

I...I'm sorry.

[The way he spoke, he reminded her of Sousuke. What else was there to say?]

[handprinting]

Why?

It was my fault for not being the strongest.

[He still doesn't understand why people say that when they find out that he'd died. It wouldn't change anything.

He guesses it's one of the things that Amber's always trying to explain to him.]

It's ok.

[am_not_an_angel]

[This was getting awkward. She felt the time to change the subject.]

There was something you said last time, about those bombs...