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[benevolist]

[ At first, the screen is blank. It's resting on top of Aziraphale's bed - though, of course, no one can tell that quite yet - and all that can be heard is mumbled words, quiet whispers. If you pay attention you might even recognise the voice. ]

Missing in the darkness, vanished without a trace, with only the memories and photographs to fill an

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[limitless_land]

[When he saw this message, he couldn't help but flinch. He knew the tone, not the voice, but the sadness... loneliness. It brought up something that he would normally not even let himself feel.]

It's better than nothing, but I know what you mean.

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[benevolist]

[ It takes a little while for Aziraphale to respond, but eventually he manages it. ]

To remember is better than to have never known, perhaps.

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[limitless_land]

Mm. [He knows your pain, man... but... at least they're home and not- asleep for almost a year in a sort of stasis.]

If you want someone to talk to, I'm all ears.

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[benevolist]

[ He hesitates for a moment before his voice breaks a little. ]

No, no. I'll be quite alright, dear boy.

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[girlpowertouka]

Aziraphale-san...

[Touka's voice is quiet, and it sounds like she's been crying. She looks it, too.]

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[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale lifts his head for a moment, and then he realises the SFC is on. ]

... Touka. Forgive me.

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[xlillackeykitty]

[ Hey guy. Why does it seem like every time Aziraphale's in a bind, he manages to find him? ]

Hey... It's gonna be okay.

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[benevolist]

... I'm rather sure it will be.

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[xlillackeykitty]

You need someone to talk to?

[ Because honestly, there's NO WAY Luka's gonna leave him alone when he's down. ]

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[benevolist]

No, no. I'm quite alright, dear boy. But you have my thanks.

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[ironyloli]

[... it hurts. Oh, it hurts. This pain- this... incredible pain. She had died, she had been tortured, she had quite literally slept on a bed of nails.

None of it would quite compare.

There's a knock at your door, Aziraphale. And behind it there is a little girl, trying very hard to wipe the tears away before the door opens.

She can't seem to understand why they just don't stop.]

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[benevolist]

[ Aziraphale freezes at the knock, turning his head to face the door. He knows who it is - of course he does; because he's an angel, because he's a father - and he has to take a moment to compose himself.

But then, then, he's crossed the room and opened the door, knelt before the little girl waiting for him and drawn her into his arms without a second thought.

Because he needs it, and she needs it too. ]

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[ironyloli]

[It takes her a moment... but she can't do it anymore. It's so hard to remain strong and she has done it long enough. This is- It's the equivalent of death, isn't it?

It's that thought that racks her shoulders with sobs as she clings to Aziraphale tightly, afraid to let go in case he should disappear too.]

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[benevolist]

[ His arms fold her against his chest, drawing her close and letting himself be as much as a comfort as possible. From here on out? He couldn't be weak. He could mourn, but as he had when Sanae had left... He had to be strong. He had to stand tall and protect these children as best he could.

Standing, he lifted Jeanne up, walking over to the bed before sitting cross legged atop the covers. It was easy to hold her closer, then, to let her find what comfort she could in the warmth of his embrace. ]

[pristinestar]

[... Red has no idea who Aziraphale lost. He hasn't realized that Alice? left yet. But he keeps accidentally meeting this person when he's down. Maybe someone out there is telling Red to be there for him.]

Mister Aziraphale...

[benevolist]

... Ah, good... Good evening, dear boy.

[pristinestar]

[Red wishes that he's right over there, so he can hold the man tightly. He wanted to say something, but...]

G... [He can't even say a good evening back. It's not a good evening at all.] ... I'm sorry.

[benevolist]

... It was not your doing, my dear. Don't fret.