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[viva_la_materia]

[Oh, gawd. Oh, please. A long nap, oh, oh, oh...]

Which King are you? It's me, MaterMarbles.

[ledouche_zero]

Um.

[He never really met the other King, so he can't think of any way to distinguish between the two.]

I'm somewhat tall, I guess. Black hair, violet eyes? I'm not sure that'll help...

I'm sorry, I don't think I remember a Marbles...

[But hey, who's to say the Sphere didn't take that memory away from him, too?]

[viva_la_materia]

[Even though his diction is all wrong, her heart still seizes up as he writes - until the word "violet", at which point it settles back down into her guts with a disappointed wrench.]

It's fine. I [pause] don't think you're my King.

You haven't got any freckles or tattoos, do you? [She can't help at least asking.]

[ledouche_zero]

["Her" King. Those words have such a sad look about them, for some reason.]

I'm sorry. I don't think so? [Wait a minute. Why is he so doubtful about something so obvious? B| ] I mean, no. I don't.

...

So the other King disappeared as well?

[viva_la_materia]

Yeah.

[Geez. Materia props her chin in her hands and glares at her journal. She already blew the lid off that infected pocket of denial and cleaned the worst of it out of her heart a few weeks ago with Kagerou, didn't she? So how come one silly spot of hope has left her feeling like crying all over again?]

[ledouche_zero]

You seem as though you were close to him.

[Just a guess, but... probably not a bad one.]

[viva_la_materia]

Sort of. Not really. [Pause.] We were friends.

[She never got the chance to be as close as she wanted, poor thing.]

[ledouche_zero]

Friends can be considered close, I think.

...

I am sorry, though.

[viva_la_materia]

Thanks.

[ledouche_zero]

Anytime.