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Dying hurt about as much as Hal imagined. It was all academic- as the blood loss became too great, the victim would start feeling less and less, the numbness pervasively coating all sensation, pain or otherwise. He never felt the felling blow of Larxene's knife, just the feeling of falling without moving

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[prayforprey]

[... Can't say Roxas did much either. Still, his expression is blank as he watches the man talk to himself, fuss over his glasses, and erect his posture. All things Roxas has come to know from the humble man.

He only leans over, shielding him from the rain under an umbrella with keys printed on it, not hardly sparing a smile.]

Welcome ... Welcome home.

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If we've had this conversation, then you should realize how futile it is.

[He either doesn't see the flinch or chooses not to recognize it, walking off into the rain once again. Perhaps Hal's death only put him back into touch with how much he shouldn't be entertaining these ideals.]

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"All right then," the man replied in a tone of voice that implied it most certainly was not all right, but he knew when he'd lost a battle. The war would rage on.

Hal walked fast to keep up with Roxas, content to stay quiet and just keep them both dry.

[prayforprey]

[He tosses a small glance over his shoulder, giving a small snort as he watches the man follow, opening the door to his room and going in, not bothering to look back or close the door behind him, only taking off his coat and setting it up to dry on the sheltered part of the balcony.]