Consciousness was a fickle creature tonight. It shifted its grip throughout dinner, leaving Nigredo generally disoriented and unaware. His roommate might have done most anything in the room-- The child wouldn't have known or cared about the details. He simply stayed in bed, eyes turned to the ceiling, never fully able to sleep despite the sheer need.
Because every time he closed his eyes, Rubedo's gift was sure to emerge. And there were no distractions, no second brother to wipe the image clean. (Clean? He wanted it gone.)
The child slipped a hand over his mouth. Vaguely, he heard the intercom crackle to life, the once missing Head Doctor cementing his presence, only his attention remained fixed on elsewhere and other people. Any words became fog; Nigredo was too tired to grasp their meaning.
Except for one. The boy snapped open his eyes and climbed to his elbows, in time to catch the door shutting. But Nigredo hadn't seen his roommate's departure or heard the tiny click of the locking mechanisms. Just memory and recognition.
{...Albedo?} No answer. Nigredo sat higher and tugged, the connection between the brothers vibrating at the effort. The sending was soft, curious. {Albedo?}
A series of taps returned his attention to the room--interrupting the sending--and he recalled a meeting. The basement. Klavier and Rubedo. Maybe Albedo? Nigredo pressed a hand to his forehead as he struggled to his feet to answer the door. Perhaps his brother wanted to know what was happening for the night. He edged toward the threshold, fully expecting something.
Instead, the vibration snapped, then died. Nigredo froze mid-step, surprised, his mental hands reaching out to turn over the path between white and black. But there was nothing.
Green eyes widened to their fullest. Absolutely nothing.
In a sudden rush, he flew toward the door and pulled the knob, desperation in his tone. "Albedo--"
Klavier jerked his hand back away from the door when it suddenly flung open, startled. Nigredo didn't seem the type to normally do such things, so it caught the older man off guard. Obvious surprise came over his face as he stared down at Nigredo for a moment, then the look melted into confusion. He'd opened the door, thinking it was Albedo and-- Did he seem almost... hopeful when he said that? And what was that expression on his face? All things considered, this was the last thing Klavier had expected.
He blinked down at him, still trying to understand what might have happened that would cause such a shift, before finally putting his hand down to his side. "Ah. No. It's me. I... apologize if I surprised you." It was said neutrally and carefully polite. He still wasn't sure what was going on. "...Is everything okay?"
No, not his brother. Not his other brother either. Klavier, however, had been invited--more than accepted--but that meant... That meant...
His expression visibly sank, eyes hollowing in realization. Without conscious thought, the child stepped back and slowly, carefully, sank to his knees. The man's question echoed in his head, but Nigredo caught only the basic sentiment. He looked up at Klavier with a vacant expression, yet there was something expectant in the gaze.
Most certainly everything was not okay. Something looked like it had shattered in the moment Nigredo recognized who Klavier was... or who he wasn't, rather. The child sank to the floor with an empty, lost expression. That look and reaction was enough to fill Klavier with an immediate dread. He couldn't imagine what could possibly warrant such a raw response, but he had to admit he was slightly afraid as to what could have possibly happened.
Then, Nigredo spoke. Concern gave way to hesitation, and Klavier... was unsure how to react exactly. What was going on with him? He wasn't actually getting broken up just because Albedo hadn't gotten here yet, was he? Even if they had a normal sibling relationship, that would have been more than a little odd. It certainly didn't mean Albedo had been 'released;' he'd only seen the boy a few hours ago.
He frowned slightly in a mix of concern and confusion. "Ah. I suppose," he said carefully. The tone shifted a little to optimistic reassurance in the hopes of calming the child down a bit. "But the doors only just opened a few minutes ago. He and Rubedo will likely be here soon. There's no need to worry."
Well, there was plenty need to worry when talking about two children running around a place like this alone, but that was hardly the point here.
The normally adult Nigredo felt no more than a child, and an emotion akin to frustration flickered across green orbs. "You don't understand," he heaved. "I can't find him! He's disappeared!" The connection was gone. Not severed, no. Nonexistent. It was foreign and in the boy's view, terrifying.
He searched the man's face for a moment until dissatisfaction took hold, and Nigredo forced his eyes away. There existed a plethora of actions he could take, but not one emerged to solidify. He didn't know what to do. What could one do for a vanished sibling?
That's right. Rubedo. He would know. He could confirm! But hadn't he been the one who had trouble with the limitations? Nigredo's fingers wound against the loose folds of his pants. "Yeah," he said, almost painfully. "We'll wait."
When he finally got to the hall that Nigredo's room was in, he already had the feeling that something was wrong. Junior had heard nothing that Nigredo had said, but it was easy enough to see that his brother had sunk to the floor. Klavier was there, so had he said something to upset his brother? Was it all because of what the redhead had done before dinner?
His heart sank a bit at the thought of that, but he wasn't jumping to conclusions yet. "What's going on here?" he asked as he approached, looking directly at Klavier as he did, probably a bit too much of an accusatory tone in his words.
Klavier said nothing in response to the tone. The boy was really, truly upset. But he couldn't figure out where Nigredo was getting this idea from. Albedo had been around earlier in the day, and if they were to assume he actually was taken at some point between then and now, it was far too soon to be declaring such things with this much conviction. Not seeing someone for a few hours didn't necessarily mean they were gone.
Regardless, Nigredo was absolutely distressed, and arguing logic wasn't going to help just yet. First, the boy had to calm down, pick himself up off the floor, and regain some sense of composure. Before any of that could happen, however, a voice suddenly piped up behind Klavier.
Rubedo. He'd made it here in one piece, which was good to see. The obvious accusation in that look, on the other hand, was a great deal less welcome. The nurses were ignorant enough to be excusable, but between his brother and now Rubedo, he had to wonder what it was about him that made people suddenly decide he was capable of picking on children.
Thankfully, the somewhat dire atmosphere was enough for Klavier to let any comments or undertones roll off his back. "Nigredo. He th-- He's concerned about Albedo. That something might have happened to him, that is." Hopefully, Rubedo may have seen the still absent brother recently and could put his brother's worries to rest. He was far more suited to lift Nigredo's spirits than Klavier was.
The panic heightened at the arrival of his brother, albeit its nature shifted. It caused Nigredo to sink lower to the ground while air suspiciously like calm came over him. If he had wanted to stand, he couldn't; the outburst to Klavier had sapped what strength the boy had recovered.
His gaze dropped to the floor. Explaining shouldn't be so difficult with Rubedo, but a part of him was uncertain. "I can't find Albedo," he muttered. "The link to him is gone."
Apologies left their place at the tip of the redhead's tongue, not forgotten but simply pushed aside in favor of disbelief for now. Klavier didn't sound convinced, but Junior certainly trusted his younger brother's intuition. What's more, Nigredo had known it before he did. Then again, things were severed on his end, so of course Nigredo would find out first.
"What!?" he demanded, the disbelief on his face dissolving to anger, though Junior tried not to sound so outraged that he'd frighten his brother. "What do you mean!? How do you--" know for sure, was what he had planned on finishing it with, but he already knew that answer, so the question died in this throat.
With Nigredo, of all people, in such a state, he should have attempted to better school his attitude, to at least make it seem like he had things under control and that everything would be okay. But maturity and stoicism were Nigredo's thing in just about every other situation they'd encountered in life.
If he thought about it, it was the oddest situation. The three of them had always had conflicts, but Albedo had always seemed particularly hateful of Nigredo, especially here. He'd already attacked him here, several times if his twin's bulletin message was to be believed. Albedo had even made an additional threat on his life, but Nigredo was still worried, almost even more worried than Junior was supposed to be.
The redhead should have felt bad for it, but Nigredo had said gone, not dead. They didn't know what happened to people who went missing here, but for Albedo there was no way those two things could be one and the same. That was something Junior should know far too well, having learned it over a span of more years than either of the other two would understand.
So instead, the anger dissolved again to something sterner. They knew him as Rubedo, so he'd be Rubedo for now, which meant he had a role to fulfill. "Pull yourself together, Nigredo," he ordered with a sigh. "He won't go down so easily. Besides, there's nowhere he could vanish to that I couldn't find him and drag him back."
The 'link' to Albedo? What was that supposed to mean? Judging by Rubedo's reaction, the other brother didn't seem to know much more than Klavier himself did. But it seemed like the redhead was willing to push aside the whys and hows in favor of trying to get Nigredo back on track, a wise move.
Though honestly, Klavier was a tad bit baffled here for other reasons. Despite what logic might have said, the concern was perhaps warranted (though to this degree was a bit strange) being that they were all brothers in the end. Love for a sibling wasn't something that was so easily ignored. But between these two, Klavier had expected a bit more sentiment, not Rubedo talking to the other like a parent. It kind of reminded him of--
Erm, anyway. Rubedo hadn't made a move so Klavier held a hand out to help Nigredo up off the floor, nodding in agreement with Rubedo's statement with a slight smile. Of course, he understood how boys could be and figured he likely wouldn't take the offer, but either way, it would likely encourage him to pick himself up. This was no time for anyone to panic. Though Klavier still had the feeling he was missing something here, he agreed that if any person was taken anywhere, they would all do everything in their power to get them back. He might not like Albedo at all, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy dead (or worse).
If they lacked the details, Nigredo would enlighten them. Normally. If the missing connection had not pushed past his limits, he might have shared precisely what he meant by "gone" and all the consequences associated with the sentiment. An absent U.R.T.V. could still be traced back in the link; even that disaster had retained the connection between himself and his brothers. Being brought here hadn't changed this arrangement. They could stifle their presence, block out the others, but they couldn't...
Nigredo sighed at the anger Rubedo displayed and drew inward, as if readying himself to stand. "Like he never existed," was all that was managed. He wish he knew what that meant. He wish he could tell his brother nothing about this was so straightforward, but it appeared Rubedo would keep to his logic.
Attention went to Klavier. The hand offered was a surprise and a memory, and Nigredo stared much longer than intended before shaking a head. Slowly, he inched his own toward it and allowed the man to pull him up. The child's weight matched his frame; Klavier should find no obstacles in the effort.
Except once settled, Nigredo suddenly froze in his grasp, breath catching on the inhale. Green light sparked along the boy's irises--sign of connections reviving--and he turned his head away from the two, sight fixed on a point beyond the room. Fear rose quickly before dispersing, to be replaced by an expression of one entranced.
Junior certainly knew what that sort of gap in the link felt like, but it didn't mean Albedo was gone. That whole Testament thing had shot down that idea pretty quickly. So he shook his head at what Nigredo had said. "It doesn't mean anything," he replied firmly while Klavier helped the other boy up. "His waveform can't completely disappear like that. Not without..." Something he wasn't going to give a voice to.
Just as well that his words died in his throat, because he heard the gasp and saw his brother staring back towards the room. Just spacing out wasn't exactly something he was prone to, so maybe he'd found Albedo along the link? The redhead had a horrible, nagging feeling about it, like there was something that he should recognize that his brother already was, but it seemed too far away for the moment. "Nigredo?"
Oh, yes. Klavier was most certainly missing something here, and that fact was more than a little irritating. Having people talk over his head wasn't something he was the least bit accustomed to, let alone with children involved. But what Rubedo had just said somewhat tied everything together to a certain extent. He had spoken with Nigredo about this 'waveform' concept before; something about all conscious life having some kind of emanating waveform which could be manipulated in various ways. He still wasn't fully accustomed to this idea, but he understood the theory behind it.
Judging from what they were saying, did that mean it was possible to... sense a waveform and track it? The concept wasn't a terribly new one; there were certain types of 'psychics' who claimed to be able to do such things as well. Aura Readers, was it? So Nigredo was saying he couldn't sense... Albedo's general aura anymore? Hmn. He wasn't a big fan of this paranormal theory concept, but he could see why Nigredo would grow concerned over such a thing.
Suddenly, Nigredo's eyes seemed to illuminate for just a moment, and the child quickly turned his head to face... nothing. This was probably a good thing since the glowing eyes phenomenon somewhat startled him. It was like something out of a science fiction movie and was surprisingly disturbing in real life.
Pushing that aside, however, and focusing on the child's reaction, it wasn't very hard to figure out what had just happened. It was the exact same response one had when they suddenly heard an unexpected sound... only there had been no sound in this case. Was he 'sensing' something? Albedo? The child would probably look relieved if that were the case. Something else then? "...What is it?"
The link had reformed in the space of a heartbeat--instantaneous to Nigredo, who never recalled such a feat to be possible. There were, however, several aspects off about it: the path was lined with a bright haze, violet and magenta like a brother's eyes, mixed with a danger he couldn't voice. And when he neared its end, the boy thought he heard an echo of a song. Two elements never expected to become so familiar, so intimately associated with what he had supposed was the end.
With a snap, he pulled back to the others, sparks dying in his eyes. "U-DO. The Song." Klavier shouldn't know the terms (and what poor timing to hear them now), but Rubedo should have picked up the same. The fact that he had not nagged at the younger variant. "There is an infected unit in this building."
U-DO? Yeah, the redhead supposed that the ominous feeling did sort of have that same feel to it, though there was no way he could pinpoint an exact location just yet. But he wasn't hearing the Song. How was Nigredo picking that up? There was only one other unit at all in this building, and he'd been infected, so was it really...?
Junior groaned, loudly. They should have been done with this! Especially here, where they didn't need to worry about the Zohar or their damn father or any of that crap! He wanted to just say it wasn't their problem and move on, but it was. Even if he'd had all his anti-U-DO powers stripped and didn't even have his normal weapons to use, it was more their problem than anyone else's. Letting an infected unit run free was extremely dangerous, especially if the Song was playing.
"Dammit." He scuffed at the ground with one foot. "Can you tell where? We've gotta follow it." Even though after last night, he was in no shape to be fighting, but there was also a growing twinge of desire for that fight against the unit and against U-DO. Even if that sword of his that Nigredo probably still had was the only decent weapon, he still wanted to fight. Then Junior looked back over at Klavier, giving him a half-smile for an apology. "You don't have to come along if you don't want to. It'll be pretty dangerous."
Just as Klavier thought he was starting to follow the conversation, it took a turn for the increasingly bizarre. U-DO? A song? ...Infected unit? They'd lost him completely again. He frowned, concentrating hard to hear any hint if distant music, but even he wasn't picking anything up. Even if he could hear this song -- U-DO, was it? -- how exactly did that warrant Rubedo's harsh reaction to the news? He didn't see why any sort of music would be a bad thing or what it had to do with something getting infected.
He didn't return Rubedo's smile, instead looking between slightly confused and concerned. This was something dangerous? Well then, logically it made more sense for Klavier to stay here and have the children run head first into it... Sigh.
"If it's that dangerous, you two shouldn't be going either," he answered bluntly. "What is this? You want to follow a song? How exactly is that...?" He stopped himself. If he started asking hows and whys they were likely going to get frustrated very quickly, considering both of their anxious states. There would be time for explanations later. "I would rather none of us go, but if you plan to head out anyway, I'm not letting you go alone."
A brave child was the most reckless thing in the world. If they were purposely heading into something potentially dangerous, he would rather someone be there to stop them from running in and doing something stupid. Even if it meant forcibly yanking them out of the room. This was not a game. It was far too easy to get oneself killed here.
Because every time he closed his eyes, Rubedo's gift was sure to emerge. And there were no distractions, no second brother to wipe the image clean. (Clean? He wanted it gone.)
The child slipped a hand over his mouth. Vaguely, he heard the intercom crackle to life, the once missing Head Doctor cementing his presence, only his attention remained fixed on elsewhere and other people. Any words became fog; Nigredo was too tired to grasp their meaning.
{Nigredo, I--}
Except for one. The boy snapped open his eyes and climbed to his elbows, in time to catch the door shutting. But Nigredo hadn't seen his roommate's departure or heard the tiny click of the locking mechanisms. Just memory and recognition.
{...Albedo?} No answer. Nigredo sat higher and tugged, the connection between the brothers vibrating at the effort. The sending was soft, curious. {Albedo?}
A series of taps returned his attention to the room--interrupting the sending--and he recalled a meeting. The basement. Klavier and Rubedo. Maybe Albedo? Nigredo pressed a hand to his forehead as he struggled to his feet to answer the door. Perhaps his brother wanted to know what was happening for the night. He edged toward the threshold, fully expecting something.
Instead, the vibration snapped, then died. Nigredo froze mid-step, surprised, his mental hands reaching out to turn over the path between white and black. But there was nothing.
Green eyes widened to their fullest. Absolutely nothing.
In a sudden rush, he flew toward the door and pulled the knob, desperation in his tone. "Albedo--"
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He blinked down at him, still trying to understand what might have happened that would cause such a shift, before finally putting his hand down to his side. "Ah. No. It's me. I... apologize if I surprised you." It was said neutrally and carefully polite. He still wasn't sure what was going on. "...Is everything okay?"
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His expression visibly sank, eyes hollowing in realization. Without conscious thought, the child stepped back and slowly, carefully, sank to his knees. The man's question echoed in his head, but Nigredo caught only the basic sentiment. He looked up at Klavier with a vacant expression, yet there was something expectant in the gaze.
"He's not here," was the answer.
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Then, Nigredo spoke. Concern gave way to hesitation, and Klavier... was unsure how to react exactly. What was going on with him? He wasn't actually getting broken up just because Albedo hadn't gotten here yet, was he? Even if they had a normal sibling relationship, that would have been more than a little odd. It certainly didn't mean Albedo had been 'released;' he'd only seen the boy a few hours ago.
He frowned slightly in a mix of concern and confusion. "Ah. I suppose," he said carefully. The tone shifted a little to optimistic reassurance in the hopes of calming the child down a bit. "But the doors only just opened a few minutes ago. He and Rubedo will likely be here soon. There's no need to worry."
Well, there was plenty need to worry when talking about two children running around a place like this alone, but that was hardly the point here.
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He searched the man's face for a moment until dissatisfaction took hold, and Nigredo forced his eyes away. There existed a plethora of actions he could take, but not one emerged to solidify. He didn't know what to do. What could one do for a vanished sibling?
That's right. Rubedo. He would know. He could confirm! But hadn't he been the one who had trouble with the limitations? Nigredo's fingers wound against the loose folds of his pants. "Yeah," he said, almost painfully. "We'll wait."
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When he finally got to the hall that Nigredo's room was in, he already had the feeling that something was wrong. Junior had heard nothing that Nigredo had said, but it was easy enough to see that his brother had sunk to the floor. Klavier was there, so had he said something to upset his brother? Was it all because of what the redhead had done before dinner?
His heart sank a bit at the thought of that, but he wasn't jumping to conclusions yet. "What's going on here?" he asked as he approached, looking directly at Klavier as he did, probably a bit too much of an accusatory tone in his words.
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Regardless, Nigredo was absolutely distressed, and arguing logic wasn't going to help just yet. First, the boy had to calm down, pick himself up off the floor, and regain some sense of composure. Before any of that could happen, however, a voice suddenly piped up behind Klavier.
Rubedo. He'd made it here in one piece, which was good to see. The obvious accusation in that look, on the other hand, was a great deal less welcome. The nurses were ignorant enough to be excusable, but between his brother and now Rubedo, he had to wonder what it was about him that made people suddenly decide he was capable of picking on children.
Thankfully, the somewhat dire atmosphere was enough for Klavier to let any comments or undertones roll off his back. "Nigredo. He th-- He's concerned about Albedo. That something might have happened to him, that is." Hopefully, Rubedo may have seen the still absent brother recently and could put his brother's worries to rest. He was far more suited to lift Nigredo's spirits than Klavier was.
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His gaze dropped to the floor. Explaining shouldn't be so difficult with Rubedo, but a part of him was uncertain. "I can't find Albedo," he muttered. "The link to him is gone."
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"What!?" he demanded, the disbelief on his face dissolving to anger, though Junior tried not to sound so outraged that he'd frighten his brother. "What do you mean!? How do you--" know for sure, was what he had planned on finishing it with, but he already knew that answer, so the question died in this throat.
With Nigredo, of all people, in such a state, he should have attempted to better school his attitude, to at least make it seem like he had things under control and that everything would be okay. But maturity and stoicism were Nigredo's thing in just about every other situation they'd encountered in life.
If he thought about it, it was the oddest situation. The three of them had always had conflicts, but Albedo had always seemed particularly hateful of Nigredo, especially here. He'd already attacked him here, several times if his twin's bulletin message was to be believed. Albedo had even made an additional threat on his life, but Nigredo was still worried, almost even more worried than Junior was supposed to be.
The redhead should have felt bad for it, but Nigredo had said gone, not dead. They didn't know what happened to people who went missing here, but for Albedo there was no way those two things could be one and the same. That was something Junior should know far too well, having learned it over a span of more years than either of the other two would understand.
So instead, the anger dissolved again to something sterner. They knew him as Rubedo, so he'd be Rubedo for now, which meant he had a role to fulfill. "Pull yourself together, Nigredo," he ordered with a sigh. "He won't go down so easily. Besides, there's nowhere he could vanish to that I couldn't find him and drag him back."
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Though honestly, Klavier was a tad bit baffled here for other reasons. Despite what logic might have said, the concern was perhaps warranted (though to this degree was a bit strange) being that they were all brothers in the end. Love for a sibling wasn't something that was so easily ignored. But between these two, Klavier had expected a bit more sentiment, not Rubedo talking to the other like a parent. It kind of reminded him of--
Erm, anyway. Rubedo hadn't made a move so Klavier held a hand out to help Nigredo up off the floor, nodding in agreement with Rubedo's statement with a slight smile. Of course, he understood how boys could be and figured he likely wouldn't take the offer, but either way, it would likely encourage him to pick himself up. This was no time for anyone to panic. Though Klavier still had the feeling he was missing something here, he agreed that if any person was taken anywhere, they would all do everything in their power to get them back. He might not like Albedo at all, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy dead (or worse).
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Nigredo sighed at the anger Rubedo displayed and drew inward, as if readying himself to stand. "Like he never existed," was all that was managed. He wish he knew what that meant. He wish he could tell his brother nothing about this was so straightforward, but it appeared Rubedo would keep to his logic.
Attention went to Klavier. The hand offered was a surprise and a memory, and Nigredo stared much longer than intended before shaking a head. Slowly, he inched his own toward it and allowed the man to pull him up. The child's weight matched his frame; Klavier should find no obstacles in the effort.
Except once settled, Nigredo suddenly froze in his grasp, breath catching on the inhale. Green light sparked along the boy's irises--sign of connections reviving--and he turned his head away from the two, sight fixed on a point beyond the room. Fear rose quickly before dispersing, to be replaced by an expression of one entranced.
He had, in the end, been wrong.
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Just as well that his words died in his throat, because he heard the gasp and saw his brother staring back towards the room. Just spacing out wasn't exactly something he was prone to, so maybe he'd found Albedo along the link? The redhead had a horrible, nagging feeling about it, like there was something that he should recognize that his brother already was, but it seemed too far away for the moment. "Nigredo?"
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Judging from what they were saying, did that mean it was possible to... sense a waveform and track it? The concept wasn't a terribly new one; there were certain types of 'psychics' who claimed to be able to do such things as well. Aura Readers, was it? So Nigredo was saying he couldn't sense... Albedo's general aura anymore? Hmn. He wasn't a big fan of this paranormal theory concept, but he could see why Nigredo would grow concerned over such a thing.
Suddenly, Nigredo's eyes seemed to illuminate for just a moment, and the child quickly turned his head to face... nothing. This was probably a good thing since the glowing eyes phenomenon somewhat startled him. It was like something out of a science fiction movie and was surprisingly disturbing in real life.
Pushing that aside, however, and focusing on the child's reaction, it wasn't very hard to figure out what had just happened. It was the exact same response one had when they suddenly heard an unexpected sound... only there had been no sound in this case. Was he 'sensing' something? Albedo? The child would probably look relieved if that were the case. Something else then? "...What is it?"
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The link had reformed in the space of a heartbeat--instantaneous to Nigredo, who never recalled such a feat to be possible. There were, however, several aspects off about it: the path was lined with a bright haze, violet and magenta like a brother's eyes, mixed with a danger he couldn't voice. And when he neared its end, the boy thought he heard an echo of a song. Two elements never expected to become so familiar, so intimately associated with what he had supposed was the end.
With a snap, he pulled back to the others, sparks dying in his eyes. "U-DO. The Song." Klavier shouldn't know the terms (and what poor timing to hear them now), but Rubedo should have picked up the same. The fact that he had not nagged at the younger variant. "There is an infected unit in this building."
No guess as to whom, of course.
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Junior groaned, loudly. They should have been done with this! Especially here, where they didn't need to worry about the Zohar or their damn father or any of that crap! He wanted to just say it wasn't their problem and move on, but it was. Even if he'd had all his anti-U-DO powers stripped and didn't even have his normal weapons to use, it was more their problem than anyone else's. Letting an infected unit run free was extremely dangerous, especially if the Song was playing.
"Dammit." He scuffed at the ground with one foot. "Can you tell where? We've gotta follow it." Even though after last night, he was in no shape to be fighting, but there was also a growing twinge of desire for that fight against the unit and against U-DO. Even if that sword of his that Nigredo probably still had was the only decent weapon, he still wanted to fight. Then Junior looked back over at Klavier, giving him a half-smile for an apology. "You don't have to come along if you don't want to. It'll be pretty dangerous."
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He didn't return Rubedo's smile, instead looking between slightly confused and concerned. This was something dangerous? Well then, logically it made more sense for Klavier to stay here and have the children run head first into it... Sigh.
"If it's that dangerous, you two shouldn't be going either," he answered bluntly. "What is this? You want to follow a song? How exactly is that...?" He stopped himself. If he started asking hows and whys they were likely going to get frustrated very quickly, considering both of their anxious states. There would be time for explanations later. "I would rather none of us go, but if you plan to head out anyway, I'm not letting you go alone."
A brave child was the most reckless thing in the world. If they were purposely heading into something potentially dangerous, he would rather someone be there to stop them from running in and doing something stupid. Even if it meant forcibly yanking them out of the room. This was not a game. It was far too easy to get oneself killed here.
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