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[lastnightswish]

[A muggy, humid dusk has fallen over this courtyard; it's the kind of humidity that makes the clothes stick to your skin and your hair cling to your neck. It won't last much longer, though: there are storm clouds in the sky, gathering for a nighttime downpour, and thunder rolling in the distance. It's only a matter of time until the sky breaks open

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[cardio_swindle]

[It seems you've caught a Tyki. Because he's climbing in over the railing just as the first drops of rain begin to patter down. He glances once at her dress and state and settles back on the bench across from here.]

Odd that we even get weather in a place like this, don't you think?

[lastnightswish]

[She glances at him from the corner of her eye, and turns to look back out as the rain starts pouring. Mmm~]

[Just reaching down to hold the bottle out to him. Red wine, Portuguese; a rather decent vintage. Don't mind how stiff her own arm is.]

Here.

[cardio_swindle]

[Oddly his own arm is mostly better--still not as mobile as before but it's improving. He leans forward and takes the bottle, raising an eyebrow questioningly.]

You look worse for the wear, lass. Been up to something?

[lastnightswish]

[She's really not in the mood for the whole song-and-dance conversation. As soon as the bottle is out of her hand, she draws her legs up beneath her and wraps an arm around her belly.]

Alma.

[cardio_swindle]

[He can respect not wanting to talk. And he knows enough of the story of his world's Kanda and Alma--all of it really--that he just nods and phases the cork from the wine bottle. He'd offer her a taste but... Well she is pregnant. He just takes a sip, hums appreciatively, and settles back to watch the rain.]

[Not in a talkative mood himself, apparently. Or just content to be silent for now.]

[lastnightswish]

[Hopefully it's good wine? If a little familiar. Figured that would be the best way to get him to talk about the Family, about his view of the war. She'll ease into that part of the conversation in a moment. For now, she's content to watch the rain and exchange a little bit of mindless chatter, give him a little bit to settle down.]

It's a girl.

[cardio_swindle]

[It is a good wine, and the familiarity is nice. Though the opposite of settling him, it does make him wonder what's up. Especially with the two sets of memories still floating around in his skull, the next topic makes him pause as he attempts to sort out right from wrong.]

[Right, he isn't the father after all. Right? Right.]

My my. Do you have a name for her?

[lastnightswish]

[You really should just come out and ask her. Might even get a laugh out of her; she needs it. She scowls at him from the corner of her eye.]

No. Its father is taking it when it's born; he'll name it.

[It, it, it, not her. She rests her head against one of the gazebo beams.] How's the wine?

[cardio_swindle]

[But that would be admitting he's not even sure. That's a bit embarrassing you know. He does raise an eyebrow at the answer. That means it's not him, clearly. Right?]

My my, the father's here is he?

[He pauses at the question and sets the wine down, leaning forward to inspect her, elbows on his knees.]

It's very good. It used to be a favorite of mine back home. What is it you want, lass?

[lastnightswish]

He's here, the fucking rabbit...

[She stares at the rain for a moment, and slowly unfolds herself to cross the gazebo and sit next to him. For some reason, she feels like she shouldn't talk too loudly.]

What's happening in your world?

[cardio_swindle]

Rabbit... Rabbit? Which one is he?

[Not him. That settles him a little bit. Though damn it's confusing. He watches her openly, not reaching out to touch her, just... Watching, taking her in. Thoughtful.]

My world? [We're about to ambush you with Alma.] War. Killing Exorcists. The usual. Why the sudden interest?

[lastnightswish]

Red hair.

[Definitely not you, Tyki. You can relax now. Kind of strange that a week ago you wanted to rip her in two, though. She rests her head on the railing.]

... I want to understand it. The war. Your war, my war.

[cardio_swindle]

[Ah. That one. Odd. But he supposes he's never really seen a Kanda and a Lavi interacting much, come to think of it.]

[He does relax Not his responsibility. Which means he doesn't have to kill the kid. Or worse, decide not to kill it.]

Understand it? Now that's a curious thought. Why? Isn't it over for you? You won.

[lastnightswish]

[Deciding not to kill it is worse? What a curious thought process.]

[She draws her legs up underneath herself again, evenly meeting his gaze.]

Is it too late to want to understand it?

[cardio_swindle]

[Well no one ever claimed Tyki was sane. But then again, he happens to think bringing a child into a world like the DR is a terrible idea, possibly worse than having kids in his own world.]

I suppose not. Though I have to wonder--why? What about it do you want to understand, anyway?

[lastnightswish]

[Kanda's never been good at really voicing thoughts. Not ones like these. When it comes down to it, she really just wants to understand how Exorcist were any better than Noah, if they were. She frowns, mostly at herself, and runs her fingers over her hair.]

[She reaches over, brushing her fingertips over his hand, light and soft, before bringing it back to rest on her lap.] Why did I have to kill the version of you in my world? How are we any better?

["... when I can just sit and be when I'm around the versions of you here?"]