heavenfang | Fortieth Star [Audio]

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Fortieth Star [Audio]

Huh... my hand is feeling better. I still need to see about a prosthetic for the missing one, though. Using Heaven's Fang with one hand is proving to be far more difficult than I imagined in actual combat. Frustrating, but... heh, I guess this is part of my penance. Ah well...

A lot of new people, eh? That was sudden... the ghosts leave and then we get more residents. I suppose that makes sense, though. Um, HELLO! My name is Tir McDohl, an officer of the police force here, ha ha... I'm not all that great at introductions, but I hope we can all be friends and help work together to make this place generally better!

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Hmm... My soul feels somehow less burdened. I don't get it, but... I guess it really is the people you know who make you who you are.

Thanks everyone. For being there for me. I won't wallow in that state again. Not so long as I can help it.

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Oh? Why not? Does she have a new one or did she want to protect herself now? [By this time, Gracia already helped herself to a seat. Folding her hands neatly on her lap, she smiled afterwards.]

As long as you're still friends, I guess it doesn't matter, right?

Well, she has Mago and...

Yeah... we're still friends...

-He wasn't doing such a good job of hiding how much he missed her, though-

[She blinked at his downcast face.]

...You miss her a lot, don't you? What happened, then? Why aren't you two as close as before?

-He looks at where his right hand used to be... almost scornfully. He still remembers that day, clear as if it was still happening. He recalls the look on her face... the forced smile that hid all of the pain he knew she had felt-

I... I killed her.

[Gracia stood up rapidly with wide eyes staring at Tir. What? Impulsively, she ran over to him and grabbed his left hand, while gently dragging him to take a seat with her.]

You killed her? But she's right there and--and, I--oh, tell me everything!

[...Okay, so that was a little unexpected.]

-Tir winced as she took his left hand. Certainly she hadn't squeezed it hard enough to draw pain to the nearly healed wounds, but more that... he hadn't wanted the physical contact. And before he could be dragged completely, he pulled away-

I don't want to talk about it...

[When Gracia saw him pull back, she frowned. How in the world could that have happened? She bit her lip and started to reply, but all she could come up with was silence.]

I...I suppose that was foolish of me. I'm sorry, Tir. It was a shock, that's all. Did I hurt you? [And she meant that in more ways than one. She wanted to ask more about it, but he was uncomfortable. He'll tell her one of these days, she mused.]

N-no, you meant well, it's just...

-he let out a heavy sigh-

I'm not ready to talk about it. If you're really curious, the police force has the full report...

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