[As the feed clicks on, Ryuubi is kneeling in the center of his new haunt at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest, staring at the PCD. He looks frightening, as though in almost the week that has passed since the visitors disappeared, he'd been neither eating nor sleeping properly. His eyes are hollow, face ashen. He grips the device with cracking
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The Xing prince didn't say anything as Ryuubi stood shouting. He only leaned against one of the pillars in the outermost ring and waited until the other man quieted down.]
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Finally, hoarse and exhausted, he collapsed to his knees, then back against a pillar opposite Ling, head dropping back and eyes closed and tears flowing freely. He hadn't noticed the other man. The only one he wanted to see was not there, and would not return.]
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Slowly, quietly, he stood up straight and made his way toward Ryuubi, sitting down on the floor about a foot in front of him. He pulled a few ingredients out of a leather satchel, and soon enough, he had a meaty sandwich in his lap. Then he made another, taking his time with both and not bothering to explain himself.]
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Ling was not Koumei. He was half a stranger. But he was there right now.
He straightened just a little, not looking so much like an emptied rag doll anymore, though the sandwich got an uneasy look and a shake of the head. It was a shame to turn away kindness, but his gut twisted in protest just at the thought.]
Thank you... I can't.
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[The tone is stern, meanign to snap it out of him.]
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I understand none of this ? Do you think you alone have lost someone you held dear ? Are our feelings somehow less than yours ?
How dare you, Ryuubi-san ... Such selfishness ... I expected better of you.
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[Oh, how he would regret this when he regains his senses. But now, the grief that rules him is far too close to madness.]
I am nothing alone, nothing! A page torn from a book, a pawn cast off the board - a name that means nothing! All the ones that give me meaning are a world away! I've played my part for a hundred lifestimes - the script is written - but the stage is empty!
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