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[bloodypawn]

[The feed is met with one long, drawn moment of silence upon opening. Thick with contemplation and a certain tension that might leave a person either eager for that first utterance, or eventually too impatient to bother listening for another second

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[trappedinresin]

[Only the soft, near inaudible sound of her footsteps on the earth below is heard as she follows in near silence. Fingers, warm within his, remain still as he gently leads her forward, back to the place just before she was so quick to leave.]

I see.

[It seems that Aidou has never been given the chance to leave the association. Instead, upon her own arrival there, it must have broken his heart to hear something so devastating. She hopes that at least he is free to go, particularly after everything. Her voice is sad, smile cracked and splintered as she lingers a moment upon his last words.]

After all of this time, this is how he sees his daughter again.

[At the very least, her hope, upon next meeting Headmaster, was for it to be under happier terms. Unlike their incredibly brief meeting at the ball.]

...Do I... [She pauses, uncertain as to how to ask or if Zero knows.] Am I to stay there until he...is taken into custody?

[She doesn't want to say hunt. Doesn't want to think of what plans the association themselves might have in store for him. She knows the treaty that the Kurans are meant to uphold on their behalf, but when it comes to hunter law, she can't say one way or another. She knows, at the very least, that the killing of a pureblood is considered one of the worst taboos ever committed.

But... that's what Kaname just did, isn't it?]

[bloodypawn]

[It's another question left to hang in the air, a noticeable silence that follows them about. A response sits at the tip of his tongue, ready to be spoken, regardless.

There's almost too much difficulty in deciding where to begin. It's different. Facing her like this, here, in such a world so far from what's normal, is vastly different. The memories of home, and every detail that compose each of the recent events, continue to ring clearly within his mind; that single line that spans between the two of them, is clean, even despite the persistent hairline fractures. It's easy to perceive where she stands, and the space he claims as his own. Back home, be it during those several days recently spent there, or all of the five years and some-odd months it's been since he's known her, it's a more simple feat to keep his heart and all its desires in check, even if, at times, it's primarily out of necessity.

Simply contemplating Ukiyo, and all that has happened, now, leaves him conflicted. Inflicted by his own brand of resentment, while stubborn in its existence, now born from a first-hand experience. Did showing up here, and the absurd circumstances it presented him with, truly lead him to give in so easily? When did that line blur so far beyond recognition?

The answer may not be what she wishes to hear, but he isn't going to create something new. He has no reason to lie, just knowing that likely the last thing she needs is more fabricated lines. It simply is a different angle, while insinuating the same thing. ]

The last time I saw you, you seemed to be doing all right. The president said you understood what you had to do.

[Right now, he can't even be detected. He wonders just how far she may have gotten, back home, if left to seek Kuran out.

He glances down to her for a moment before continuing. While at home it was annoying, the delivery colder, the remark is offered, this time, as an attempt (even if a poor one) to lift her up again.]

... And actually, you stole my target. [Dryly this time.] ... with your handbag.