Dominic ♠ o10

[unfearful]

Who: Dominic and unfearful!
Where: A field in Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open~

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[charientisms]

[It should be no surprise that there is a man there.

With a cane, which he leans on more than before.

Tap tap tap tap, click click click, the tone changes based on where he walks and steps and...how much he leans on the cane.

Things have changed, haven't they? And he can't see. Again.

...What a twisted world. In fact--that is what he says.]

My, my. What a twisted world.

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[... Break.

While Dominic has always known that he cared, something's changed-something that's made him realize just how much this man means to him. He doesn't know if it's the influence of his false life or if his second death merely opened his eyes, but...

A wry smile, even though he doesn't know if Break can even see it anymore.]

Hasn't it always been...?

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Perhaps...Perhaps I did not clearly see it until now.

[Haha irony. He can't see the wry smile, and he can't even know if it's truly there or if he's imagining the faint look on Dominic's face, which is something he can remember clearly, if only for now.]

Shall I welcome you back, then?

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[And with that, Dominic gets the feeling that, once again, Break is blind. However, he merely continues smiling softly, even if the man can't see it.]

I can't say I'm used to being welcomed anywhere after being revived.

[...]

Do you know who it was?

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[...]

I rather imagine so. It's a curious duality of memories, wouldn't you say?

[...finding Dominic's body on his desk, missing a heart--back when he could see. Again when he could see?]

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[... He remembers Ace's words all too well, and he wants so badly to say something about it, but first-]

... Would you mind filling me in, then? I'm afraid I'd never met the man before.

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Mister Ace? Ah. He dreams of slaughtering hundreds of faceless people.

[...his tone is calm, unruffled. Which...in and of itself should be an indication that something is wrong.

After all. The lilt is gone.]

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[... So far from an innocent. Dominic's not sure if he should report this to the police-the force he doesn't even trust, in all honesty-or if he should let the matter drop. Reporting one's own murder is...

....

-But he can reflect on that later.]

... I'm sorry.

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[...he leans on his cane.]

Why do you apologize, Mister Dominic? If the memories are to be believed...

...well, it would be my fault, would it not?

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[And almost immediately, he replies.]

Don't blame yourself for this.

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[...Mm. In direct contrast to Dominic's prompt reply, Break's tone is a slow drawl.]

Quite. Shall I thank you, Mister Dominic, for the prompt vote of confidence?

[His voice is tart, but-- it lacks any real bite.]

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[Calmly]

I wasn't strong enough to defend myself. That's all there is to it.

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[...heh.]

...How predictable.

[A quiet tsk, lacking in much energy.]

And the situation? This world? Heh. The enmity? Also the fault of this world? Shall we continue to assign blame until we run out of blame to give?

[...He bites back a sigh. This...bah. This shouldn't have worn on him as much as it has.]

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[... He caused trouble for Break, and for that, he's sorry. But he knows that arguing this won't get him anywhere.]

... Then why don't we simply blame Ace and leave it at that?

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Mister Ace. Quite. Mister Ace and his twisted Wonderland.

[A chuckle; it might be somewhat bitter.]

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[And then the facade snaps firmly on and he smiles.]

Shall I take it you are well? No lasting trauma from a traumatic death?