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The Goodbye Meme

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[tempersword]

[It's a little surprising she lasted ten more years with how she'd worn down her life (and she wasn't as healthy now as she used to be). But there she was, out of uniform but with Mugen on her hip. Sitting on a bench across from an open door in one of the Dressing Room hallways, watching it.

A door that was supposed to take her home.]

[besomeothername]

[Wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind and placing a kiss upon her cheek]

Sorry I'm late. Lots of goodbyes to say, yeah.

[tempersword]

Hm? [Looks up at him.] People you know leaving?

[besomeothername]

Yes. [Glancing up toward the door she's facing, tightening his arms around her just a fraction]

Aren't you?

[tempersword]

[Looks back at the door, not answering at first. But then she moves to stand, trying not to knock Lavi's arm off in the process.]

What are you going to do?

[besomeothername]

[He moves with her fluidly and with the ease of knowing someone intimately over the course of a decade. It probably comes as no surprise to her that he uses the movement to shift his arm and crouch down, scooping her up into his arms bridal style. He smiles at her folding as he brushing his nose against hers]

I was going to make sure that everyone who wanted to go made it out of here safely. And then, if there were no pressing reason to stay, I'd follow.

[To be honest, he figured that she would want to go home and finish up the war. At least get proper resolution to that chapter of her life]

[tempersword]

[No surprise at all, which is why she falls right into winding her arms around him when he picks her up.] You don't have a reason to stay yet?

[besomeothername]

Well, I do have a reason, but it'd be a very selfish one, yeah. My reasons to go home are much more compelling. I mean, who knows what will happen to the timeline now that the Dressing Room has opened up an exit to our home worlds. I've been away from my home long enough. Too long really. Gramps needs his Apprentice back.

[tempersword]

[... Hums, resting her head against him. Yeah, he has his duties just as much as she has hers. Maybe expecting him to stay was too much.]

[besomeothername]

[He knows that look, that pause, that everything. Placing a kiss upon her temple before meeting her gaze again]

Love? Were you thinking about staying?

[tempersword]

[Glances up at him.] It doesn't go on without me. I'll probably go back in the end anyway so the timeline doesn't break.

[So... yeah. If she had a reason, she might stay.]

[besomeothername]

... Do you think my world will wait for me? I've never been home, yeah. Not once in thirteen years.

[tempersword]

[... Shrugs.] Most seem to. [But that didn't mean there weren't exceptions.]

What would you do if it hadn't?

[besomeothername]

If it hadn't from the day I stepped into the Dressing Room...? Well, that'd be a different story, yeah. That's thirteen years my world has gone on without me. Gramps is probably dead. The war is probably over. And I probably have been announced dead after being missing for so long.

But I don't think that has happened, yeah. Lenalee was here months before me, and I never noticed her missing in my world.

No, Love, what I'm worried about now is whatever spell the Management had on space and time and whatnot is broken forever. Like a giant clock that's been restarted. If I don't go home now, I might never get a chance to do so again.

[tempersword]

[... Oh. Then that would be something she'd need to worry about too, wouldn't it?]

I guess there's no way to know before leaving, is there?

[besomeothername]

Would you take that chance?