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[crimsonfabre]

Who: Duke Fabre and Susanne
What: Fabre returns with Luke to break the news.
Where: Their house in the neighbourhood~
When: After this log.
Rating: G to PG
Open: No~

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[susannefabre]

Susanne lifted herself from her chair, feeling a little weary and nearly sick with worry. She had seen Crimson leave with his blade, and knew that he and Luke did not have a training session scheduled. After what had happened with Guy...Susanne knew exactly what was going to happen. No matter how badly she hadn't wanted it to escalate to that...her children's safety was in danger.

Asch had been hurt.

Crimson's voice sounded muffled from behind the door and she couldn't rush fast enough. Pulling open the door, Susanne began, "Crimson, are you-" A little shriek cut her off, and she clapped her hands to her lips before reaching for Luke. "What happened?!"

[crimsonfabre]

Her reaction had been predictable, so Fabre wasn't surprised. He gave her a slight nod and brushed past her, heading inside and towards the bedroom to lie Luke down. The boy wasn't in good shape - the burns were all too visible, clothes charred, skin pale - and he knew that he himself looked awful once he set Luke down; his own attire was covered in blood. None of it was his, but one could hardly tell that at first glance. "He's alive, and stable," he told Susanne gently, to reassure her that he at least wasn't in mortal anger. "He needs to rest and recover his strength."

He was not looking forward to explaining this again. Least of all to her...

[susannefabre]

It wasn't difficult to put two and two together; Crimson had left to find Guy, and Luke had been so very close to him...obviously, they both had found what they were looking for.

"Did Guy do this...?" She followed him, her voice a whisper in case Luke was still conscious, and knelt at the bedside as Crimson laid him out. Her fingers hovered over his arm, not wanting to touch for fear of causing him pain, and she swallowed to force back a wave of sickness.

[crimsonfabre]

Fabre's lips pursed into a frown, seating himself beside the bed and carefully tugging the boy's overcoat off, setting it aside. it could be repaired later - it seemed to have taken most of the damage. Unfortunate; even with how much he had ignored his son, he knew how Luke loved that coat. Still, it could have saved his life.

"We found him outside of the church," he responded after a pause, gently examining the burns, making note of the severity of each so they could be treated appropriately. "Luke attempted to reason with him, and it seemed to work for a time, but whatever was controlling him was too strong. They fought, and this was the result."

[susannefabre]

Sitting back on her heels, the cold numbness of shock descending over her, Susanne nodded. "...I see." It shouldn't have been so surprising; Guy had said terrible things, but there had been that glimmer, that whisper of the real Guy still present, even through the network. She had never thought that Guy would hurt Luke, never in millions of years.

Perhaps there was no hope after all.

"What of Guy?" she asked weakly, her eyes fixed on the rise and fall of her youngest child's chest.