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[orangehoodie]

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shaky handwriting, black pen, the evening of june 1st

[lowres]

My father has found out.

[A few moments later]

I'm scared.

[orangehoodie]

[He responds almost immediately, writing too in hopes it'll show up on whatever surface she's writing on.]

I'll be there in ten minutes.

[lowres]

[She glances at her hand during the conversation, under the table, and struggles to not look horrified when speaking with your father.]

No

you cant

ill be ok

[orangehoodie]

[Too late. My boys don't listen to your girls but at least it isn't December anymore.]

Just let me in when you can. Ask [maid-san] if you can't get away.

[lowres]

my father will be angry with you please dont come

[orangehoodie]

Not if he doesn't find me! Aren't you writing to me for a reason?

You're scared. I'm coming.

[lowres]

I didn't know who else to tell

[orangehoodie]

[a few minutes later.]

I'm outside.

[lowres]

[There's a long wait. It's probably another hour before Nadia opens her window and lifts the screen to lean down.]

You shouldn't be here. It's very dangerous at night...

[orangehoodie]

[He looks... cold. Not as bad as if this were winter, but he only had a tshirt on before he ran out so he's a sitting against the wall with his arms in his shirt about to start shivering when she opens the window.]

... Are you okay?

[lowres]

[Nadia is quiet a moment. And then she closes the window.

She is sneaking out the back door to come to him, with a blanket.]

I said you should not come.

He thinks it is your fault.

[orangehoodie]

[He'll take it without protest if only to get her to answer the questions that matter.]

How did he find out? Are you in trouble?

[lowres]

[There's a moment. She hasn't met his eyes yet. And then she looks at him, dead on.]

[orangehoodie]

[What]

[give him a moment]




... Are those real?

[lowres]

I know they are very strange. I did not realize until my mother asked about them.

Are they frightening? [She has to worry about that.]

[orangehoodie]

... Are they flowers?

[He blinks. He's taking a bit to realize that her eyes now look flowery, but.]

I don't know, they look like the hairclip I gave you.

[lowres]

Am I no longer human, Ken? Do we know what the numbered truly are?

I do not feel any different, but these are not truly human, are they?

[orangehoodie]

... [He's quiet. He moves his hand to his hip, to the holster he at least remembered to put on and the Evoker there. He wonders how nobody stopped him with this on him, running down the street.]

... We're human.

We're human, Nadia.

[lowres]

I have always thought that we are good people. I have not met a single soul who I thought was bad. But we are not necessarily people at all. My hair and my eyes have changed, and I have never met a human who looks like this.

I am still Nadia, aren't I? And I am not scared of the things that are happening to me. I am not going to hurt anyone, and you would not either.

[orangehoodie]

[He gets to his feet. The blanket drops.]

You're still you.

I have a friend whose hair turned blue. He's still the same guy.

[lowres]

[A deep breath.]

... [And she realizes her hands are shaking, but she refuses to cry.]

I will not let him do something to us. I will not let him retaliate. I will convince him, then, if there is no one else who can.

I can't let him act against everyone. This is all my fault.

[orangehoodie]

[He's silent. Then he's picking up the blanket and rolling it up so it doesn't get dirty, and he's silent still as he grabs her by the hand and starts walking, briskly, toward the street.]

[lowres]

Where are we going? [Ken where are we going, it's dangerous isn't it?]

[orangehoodie]

Far away enough your dad can't hear. Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you -- just come with me.

[lowres]

I don't understand... [Is she going to get yelled at?]