Night 53: Solitary Room 1

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{Rubedo might come back.}

That was the crux of the matter, wasn’t it? Words said at the break of day, tinged with irony and dramatics. And what had happened that next day? What had accumulated from knowledge and belief

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Denial formed on automatic, and instantly, he felt ashamed. Differences always registered as poignant in the child's observations, enough to overwhelm promises. Therefore, it was easier to say he still wanted to die than accept Albedo's want for his life. Therefore, he kept quiet, pushing the thoughts to the furthest corner of his mind. Like a grudging acceptance. It marked progress and stagnation all at once.

But Albedo shifted, hand and words touching on memories Nigredo held of the twins in the past. Back before the Conflict, before their special patient, when they were closer to each other in blood and bonds while their youngest lived in contentment-- When everything seemed unchanging in the world. The pain in his chest blossomed, and the child shuddered at the beginning signs of a migraine.

This place made it difficult to send through the link, he remembered. He should have saved the effort; he still had an answer to give, and now, his voice was utterly useless for no reason at all. There was a long stretch of silence, green eyes now finding the floor.

Finally, Nigredo nodded slowly, as if confessing a sin. As if his answer wouldn't make sense. {I have always...} He swallowed, the taste in his mouth turning bitter. Thought finishing on the obvious. ...loved you.