Day 49: Early Afternoon - Tasty Burger

[feartehreaper]

[ Continued from here. ]

The damn burger place was actually the last place Haseo would have wanted to revisit after the previous week, but there was little other choice when practically dragging the distraught Endrance along with him and trying to find an appropriate shelter: he couldn't be certain anywhere else close would have somewhere to sit

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[timeseal]

Rolo suddenly exhaled, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. So, it was about yesterday? He guessed it made sense, he cut that conversation rather abruptly. Not only was it something he probably had no business discussing with a stranger, but ... well, if her brother was gone, Rolo had enough sense not to remind her. It didn't do him much good to think about it either.

"... No, we resolved that. I was mistaken," He answered, withdrawing the locket from his pocket as he explained. Perhaps to encourage him, or to prove a point. Right, that's what it was. If Lelouch was mad at him, then he wouldn't have given Rolo that important mission to do, right? Lelouch would have yelled at him, or walked away, but he didn't do any of that. So, Rolo was mistaken, and he actually was sort of kicking himself for doubting his brother.

"My brother is really busy, and I didn't realize that, so it was my fault for assuming something that stupid," Rolo mumbled, suddenly compelled to defend Lelouch and perhaps justify his first answer. Why he would have to do that, if he was so confident that Lelouch didn't hate him the first place?

Right, that's what it was. That was the reason, right? It was the truth, so Rolo was going to accept that and hold onto it. But, he also had to make sure that he didn't speak too much on it. Maybe Greta was... concerned? No, it couldn't be that. Maybe just curious? She had to have a reason for asking, but Rolo couldn't quite figure out what it was.

[finalwitch]

The entire matter was apparently a misunderstanding, likely a situation taken out of context. A bit anticlimactic for her tastes, but Ange supposed it was the better route in the end. Still, she found the answer off. It almost reminded her of another, who claimed to be embroiled in a matter with siblings. There probably existed more to it than a simple mistake, or maybe something so simple was enough to drop one's moods. Either case, the young woman would do so well to be extra considerate regarding Rolo's brother.

She just needed to decide on the how. Her version of consideration did not exactly jibe well with general opinion.

"Resolution's good, at least." She nodded slowly as though to confirm that point. "People have been having issues with their siblings lately. I was wondering if it was going around." By "people", she really meant three (and one of them being herself), but that didn't matter.

[timeseal]

Would Greta continue to interrogate him? Rolo was unsure of where this conversation was headed, and he couldn't say he liked it. Greta eventually pulled the conversation to safer territory, though what she said piqued Rolo's interest. Other people having sibling issues, huh?

The boy didn't care too much for "other people", preferring to keep to what made him and his brother happy, but it was a little comforting to know that he wasn't the only one who seemed to be in difficult circumstances. Because of their disagreement, Rolo felt terrible for bringing even more stress to Lelouch; he wondered how much of it was this place.

Yes, this place. If they were at home, things could be done (he would go back to being dead but at least Nunnally would be too), but they were here, and there were interrupted plans and the like. Rolo slowly nodded, as if what Greta implied, that this sort of thing was happening to other people and it wasn't just him seemed to make him feel better.

"It's this place," He reflected. "That's all it is." He looked up at Greta then, his curiosity about her own sibling coming back slowly. It was probably fair to ask her, since she had asked him, but it wasn't like that information was really important or necessary.

"... Why are you asking in the first place?" Perhaps it sounded accusatory, but Rolo was unused to people being concerned. Peter was "concerned" and now Rolo couldn't help but be the slightest bit wary.

[finalwitch]

Ange had to consider it--the claim that this place was responsible for current woes. In a way, it made sense. If there existed a difference between the time now and the time before, it was their presence in the hospital. Even for all the similarity, the young woman could see a few startling contrasts to Saint Lucia Academy. Dead brothers, for one. Time inconsistencies, for another. Logical improbabilities? Most definitely.

She leaned back against her seat, legs crossing in the movement. Rolo's nod was taken with one of her own. "Yeah," Ange muttered, hardly sounding pleased with the prospect. "That's probably it." Just this place. That was all.

And it seemed the turn for revelation had fallen to her. Rolo came off rather doubtful in his question, but given her own, the tone was understandable. Ange supposed she owed it to him. "I think I'm going crazy," she explained.

Her gaze fell at the table before them, not caring what it might have implicated to the other. "That's all."