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[crowningdarkly]

[Hear that? It's definitely a piano, tinkering out a low melody. The tune is rather sad; soft and even, for the most part, at least until the player's fingers fumble and repeat the chords over again

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[recall_tragedy]

Allen?

[recall_tragedy]

An enemy?

[crowningdarkly]

No... [Looking away.] ... he definitely wasn't an enemy. Quite the opposite.

[recall_tragedy]

[Have a hand placed tentatively on your back since he'd have trouble reaching your shoulder.] Isn't that a good thing?

[crowningdarkly]

[His shoulder still rolls a little under the touch to his back, but he doesn't bristle away.] It is... it's just... it's very strange.

This whole place is strange.

[recall_tragedy]

That's certainly true.

[crowningdarkly]

I thought I killed him, the one from my world.

[recall_tragedy]

Oh. [He can relate to that. If that hand on your back is pressing just a little bit more firmly, it's purely subconscious.]

/scurries off to bed. Pick up later? :D?

[crowningdarkly]

[He feels it. And he's trying not to recoil. This may be his body - as weird as that may be - but this is also Mana.]

It's difficult, seeing him again.

Yes, that definitely works (I'm currently discovering the [not]joys of account hopping)

[recall_tragedy]

[He just nods.]

/pats

[crowningdarkly]

[A long, long pause before he starts tinkering on the piano again. It's another slow, sad tune.]

Is it strange, seeing so many Allens here?

[recall_tragedy]

Yes, it's very strange. After what I did...

The only way I ever expected to see Allen again was... my reflection.

[crowningdarkly]

It's a lot like looking at a ghost.

[recall_tragedy]

[He nods.] Yes.

[crowningdarkly]

[He lets one hand scale the chords, while the other lightly rests on Mana's shoulder.]

How long have you been modified?

[recall_tragedy]

A few weeks. Cross Marian found me after my resurrection. I... was sitting in a hallway surrounded by the remains of people I'd killed.