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The Magic That Haunts Us

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[Relatively early in the morning, a high-pitched scream can be heard in the building, followed by hurried footsteps running up to the third floor and the slamming of the door. And given that Hibiki is the only child on that floor who is likely capable of making a sound at that pitch, well...

It might not be so difficult to figure out who, exactly, it was. However, it might be a little more difficult to figure out why there is blood staining the carpet on the second floor.

Sorry about your sleep!]

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Im n ot goingg to the hopsital today sorry

Rutherfordsan im sorry but i dont think i can ma ke diner either today

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[He sighs. Part of him wants to ask why she doesn't know who all her housemates were, while another understands that the level of attention he gave to detail was far beyond the norm.

So he'll refrain from speaking the first thought at the tip of his tongue, switching to another branch of the same topic.] Do you feel safe here, at all?

[A pause, before a head shake.]

N-not... right now.

[Strange things have been happening, too... Everything's been kind of scary lately.]

What would your opinion be if I remained in the vicinity of Sigyn House? I still have obligations to see to in Draupnir— [He's really not keen on leaving his job even in this climate.]

... but keeping near isn't unreasonable.

I...

I think... that would be good.

[She normally is the type who wouldn't want to trouble anyone over her own problems, but...

Right now, she's desperate to be around others. To feel safe again.]

[Considering how much he thinks he's imposed himself on her since she started making his meals, this was hardly any trouble for him.

What worried him more was the possibility of finding her amongst the bodies planted around the cities.] I have nowhere else to be today, if you are willing to come out from beneath those blankets.

[Think of your poor pets, Hibiki.]

[There's only a little bit of hesitation before she crawls out from under the blanket, slowly sliding off of the bed. She's already dressed at least; she had been intending to go out up until she saw the bloody footprints, after all.]

Thank you, Rutherford-san...!

[There were many things he could say to her, reasons to scold her just as much as he should be reassuring her. In the end, the only thing he knew was that she was scared like so many others out there, himself included.

Thus he offers the simple gesture of offering his hand for her to take hold of if she wants—to help keep her balance, to serve as an anchor or offer whatever sense of security he could with it. That was the most he felt he could do.]

[She takes his hand, holding onto it like it were a lifeline.

She would let go the instant he asked her to, of course. But with the state she's in, it will be difficult for her not to hover around him despite everything, too scared to wander off very far on her own.]

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