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[Lockon is sitting next to his bed, looking...well, mostly drained. The anger's since passed, and now he just looks worn-down and worried. On his bed is an unconscious Allelujah. Comatose.]
...damnit, Alle, what were you... Who was that...
[He's quiet for a while, reaching out to brush a bit of hair out of Allelujah's face, staring. He checks his breathing and pulse again to make sure everything's fine.]
Wake up already, you idiot. [Quietly, to himself, muttering] When I find that bastard again... Can't be killed, huh? I ought to use the time to---...no. Tch.
...damnit, Alle, what were you... Who was that...
[He's quiet for a while, reaching out to brush a bit of hair out of Allelujah's face, staring. He checks his breathing and pulse again to make sure everything's fine.]
Wake up already, you idiot. [Quietly, to himself, muttering] When I find that bastard again... Can't be killed, huh? I ought to use the time to---...no. Tch.