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Cherno groaned from the weight of his fatigue. His thoughts were a mess, and he didn't want to open a peek towards this day. He was curled up, like a coiled snake, upon the control seat, his head gently resting by some of the large metal levers and shafts. He felt around for his phone. Did someone try to call him last night?
When he was able to feel the small rectangular device, he picked it up in his hand and dangled it high above his face.
Ah ... he didn't want to even open his eyes. What kind of lullaby did that strange girl even serenade him with?

He pressed a button on the side. They left a message, hopefully--

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"C-Cherno-"
SHITTING CANTOR CARDINAL NUMBERS IT WAS HER.

Cherno dropped the phone and it crashed towards his face, almost knocking in his nose.
She--
She was--

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Cherno opened his eyes and scrambled around on the chair, grabbing his phone and dialing in Temperance's number.
Ring ring.

Pick up ...

 

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"We are in a warehouse just near the exit of Coy" Zeke said as he walked up to the girl and placed his hand on her shoulder "well then, I know we've only just met and all, but why not stick with me? It'd be better than roaming around aimlessly...your choice" Zeke said calmly. Whatever the girl wished to do was up to her and he really did not mind her choice. If anything he would have found the girls company to be quite interesting. Zeke couldn't help but just wonder what was going on in the girl's mind. She just nearly got raped and witnessed a murder happen just before her eyes. It was obvious that the girl was shaken and after hearing her speak of her dad he could only assume a past event only strengthened the turmoil in her mind. For now it seemed the girl had calmed down.

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With a smile the two headed into the Lamborghini and together their drive soon began. The drive so far was silent but Altair didn't wish to bother the girl or anything. "Sorry that we had to leave so early...to be honest I have something I've gotta do before we head off...I had a dream...and I just cant get it off my mind" Altair said closing his for a second before returning his focus on the road. Soon enough they reached the coast and parked nearby what seemed to be an almost rundown church. Walking out of the car, Altair stared at the car and smiled soft. "Heidi...I'll be here for a while...would you like to join me?" Altair asked

 

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Gee, a man... boy... teen. A being of the male gender who just shot and killed a man who tried to rape me and they seem to be a boss or an assassin of some form has decided to offer the victim, I dare not call myself a real victim, to stick around with him rather than run around aimlessly. My parents are dead, my extended family probably thinks I'm dead, I have no home, nowhere to go, and I no longer have any form of contact to get it touch with anyone or anything. I am apparently nonexistent as a piece on a game-board but I can win a true existence if I win a game I do not know how to play even though I am apparently not a player I am a game piece but I can somehow win this game. What the hell am I doing with my so called life to the point where I am in a warehouse and the only answer I can give is-​

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"Um... sure..." was all Bronagh could manage to get out of her mouth. She hoped the response came out in a sure tone, it wasn't doubtful at all just buried under a bunch of thoughts rolling through her mind. She found herself unconsciously turning towards the body, yet again. But this time she couldn't handle it and found herself pushing his hand off her shoulder and spoke, "I'm sorry I just need to get out of this place before I go nuts or something." which she hoped he would understand. She didn't know though, she wasn't psychic or anything.​

 

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"hmmm? I see, that's reasonable" Zeke said as his hand was knocked away. She truly was affected by the sudden murder of Haller and Zeke caught it easily due to the many times she turned to glance over at the corpse. He was quite surprised for a moment to see her actually accept the aid of a murderer, but he couldn't complain because he always loved himself some company. "Well then you'd best run off outside, your stolen valuables are outside so feel free to reclaim them and do try to avoid looking at the corpse any more" Zeke said as he walked past her and crouched down at the corpse of Haller. Narrowing his eyes Zeke smirked "A pathetic end...Haller" Zeke said quietly to the bloody corpse as he grabbed the knife that was lodged into his throat and pulled it out swiftly. Immediately upon the removal of the knife some blood splattered out and Zeke smiled. He silently took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the blood off the knife.

 

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Theodore gave her a kiss on the cheek before exiting the guest room. There was potential for salvage, but that idea was still up in the air. She did not care for relationships. Getting attached to people was a waste of time. She shook her head and her braid tossed around on her shoulder, falling behind her back. With a heavy sigh, Marina exited the guest room as well. She felt, odd, for sharing with Theodore. She never shared, not even with Dylan. He only got tiny snippets of her life out of her. Everything else he learned was inferred by her actions, not by her words. Marina pursed her lips and sauntered down the staircase still in her pajamas. She never went this long without getting dressed, but she was feeling oddly lazy. Being in this home was making her grow lethargic. She needed to get back to campus and take comfort in her usual routine and visit with the clients she had missed so much.

As she walked down one of the long hallways, she caught sight of the familiar blond that was rather skilled at the cat and mouse game. She smirked, maybe this was her opportunity to finish what was started the day before. There was not a lot of time, but she could make some for Harley. With her lips puckered and one of the straps on her top falling off her shoulder, Marina approached him. Her dainty feet glided across the tile silently. "Hell~oh there Mister Jackson," she sung in her soft soprano voice. Her peachy lips were upturned in a smile and she batted her dark lashes over her blue eyes.

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Although she had started heading out of the warehouse after he had told her that her belongings were outside, she still had turned back to see him pull the knife out of the man's neck. Then she turned out and walked off.​

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She really was not upset over the man being murdered in front of her, it was just the experience right before it that had put her into a shock. If there was any feeling that she felt towards Haller at that moment, it was a feeling of relief that he was dead.​

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The first thing she saw was her T.V. already out of the car, then there were some other items that were scattered on the outside but the rest were still inside the car. She noticed something moving in that car and she stupidly walked towards it and found herself making eye contact with one of the robbers. At that moment she had instinctively jumped back and the man had quickly gotten out of the car.​

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"Yes."​

"Why the hell are you apologizing?"​

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This man was the short one with no eyebrows, he pointed in a direction and Bronagh had looked and the bearded man was dead. She immediately looked back at him and spoke, "Huh?"​

"A detailed explanation would involve you knowing info I do not wish to give out, but to simply put it best; this robbery was not approved by the higher ups and this was an unfortunate mix."​

"So why is he dead and not you as well?"​

"He knew. I didn't."​

He had turned away from her at that moment and whispered although she still heard it, "Doesn't put me fully out of the clear."​

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The man without eyebrows nodded slightly and spoke as he put all the stolen items into his car. When he was done he had left, she turned her head back to the bearded man on the ground and spoke, "Your partner is a pretty good actor, but through his actions it is clear that he was the one who killed you in the end... kind of sad..."​

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Bronagh much more easily turned her back towards the bearded man and spoke, "...That I am talking to a dead body. Maybe I already have gone insane..."​

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The call had gone to voice mail and she immediately hung up after saying his name. She sounded ridiculous. She was still crying. It was so disappointing to have her call ignored. After all the messages and phone calls he had left her, it made her angry. He couldn't answer one of her's. Unless, he got tired of waiting for her to return the favor and ignored it on purpose. Her blood started to boil inside as anger rose up through her bones. She had always been hot-headed, but she never thought she'd actually kill someone. The memory of her fight with Madeline came back into mind. She wanted her to die. She probably would have killed her right then if it hadn't been for the others' breaking it up.

Temperance reluctantly pulled herself off the bed. She needed to go to the hospital. Her suspicions had to be confirmed. If it was dead, she wanted it out, immediately. Tears still streaked her face as she walked shakily passed her father's dead figure. She would take care of that when she came back. As her hand touched down on the banister, her phone rang. She was ready to ignore it, but every nerve ending in her body said to check it. Her heart leaped in her chest when she read the caller id. Temperance swallowed down a lump in her throat before tapping the accept button. She lifted it to her ear and used the railing to keep herself from falling back down the stairs. Once was enough. "H-hello?" Her voice was hoarse and shaky as her feet reached the bottom step. "What do you want Cherno?" Her tone sounded harsher than intended, but she couldn't just tell him what happened. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves as she walked out into the open air. It felt refreshing, but didn't help much. She was weak and tired. She didn't have the capacity to talk to anyone right now. Temperance could barely get her feet to move forward, let alone her voice to work.

 

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Heidi followed Altair out to the car and climbed into the passenger seat. They drove in silence for a long while. She was rather confused when the turned and headed west. Brookridge was to the east of Coy, even she knew that. However, she remained silent on the matter. After awhile, Altair finally broke the silence that was between them. "Sorry that we had to leave so early...to be honest I have something I've gotta do before we head off...I had a dream...and I just cant get it off my mind." Altair said closing his for a second before returning his focus on the road. She nodded but did not respond. That probably explained why they were headed the opposite way. Soon enough they reached the coast and parked nearby what seemed to be an almost rundown church. Walking out of the car, Altair stared at the car and smiled soft. "Heidi...I'll be here for a while...would you like to join me?"

She stared at the church in wonderment. Why had he picked this of all places to visit? She nodded again and quickly unbuckled her seat belt before exiting the Lamborghini. Heidi decided to leave the backpack on the seat, finding no need to bring it with. She shivered in the cold, but hurried to Altair's side. "Wh-where are we?" Her brown eyes locked onto his golden ones, searching for answers. She had never been to a church before, especially not one that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. What a sweet first date. The perfect place to leave you. She pursed her lips and her brow furrowed as her gaze was redirected to the ground in front of her. Heidi walked beside him silently. He wouldn't leave her. He promised.

 

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"Its a special place for me...its an orphanage" Altair said as he stared back at her and walked towards the church with a smile. Memories, both good and bad both overcame Altair as he walked and all he really could do was smile. The cold crisp air was refreshing to the teen and he was just extremely glad he made the trip here. As much as he wanted to stay here for a long time, Heidi was with him and in the end he would have to mind his time. As they walked up to the church a woman stood up ahead of them with a very kind smile.

"Greeting Altair, Its so nice to see you back again. You really should try to visit more often you know" the woman said with a smile

Closing his eyes Altair let out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head "So sorry mother, things have been a bit hectic" Altair said as he opened his eyes with a smile "Oh this is Heidi, she is a very precious friend of mine" Altair said introducing her to the woman. "I'm heading over to Brookridge and before I left I wished to at least pay a visit to you....and my family" Altair said closing his eyes upon saying the last part.

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"ah but I can drive" Zeke said walking up to the girl with a smile as he scanned the area with his eyes "well then it looks like the coward has already fled from the area...oh well" Zeke said as he shrugged his shoulder, it was a good thing since he wished not to "Well then if we don't have any true destination why don't we head out for something to eat? my treat" Zeke said with a smile as he closed his eyes but suddenly opened them "Oh I nearly forgot! your whole status as a runaway...I can get the police to stop following you...if you want of course" Zeke said with a small chuckle at the obvious reply.

 

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In the time frame that Harley searched for Marina, his mood had gone from bad to worse. He couldn't believe how lethargic he was feeling, and he pretty much wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. He sighed, when he turned down another hallway and found no trace of the girl.

" Hell ~ o there, Mr. Jackson, " came a too-lively voice, and Harley sighed again; well, at least he didn't have to search for her whereabouts anymore. When he turned around, he was expecting the girl to be in day clothing, but apparently not. He'd heard that sleeping in silk was the next best thing to sleeping naked.

She was still fairly attractive to Harley, but goddamn, he was tired, and he didn't know why, " Good afternoon, Marina, " he told her, making his way up to her and adjusting her shoulder strap so that it wasn't hanging off her shoulder anymore. He always thought he'd prefer girls in a shirt that was too big for them, so the collar hung off one of their shoulders, but this hadn't been so bad either, " I was just looking for you. "

He trailed his way behind her and to her other side. Marina, he confirmed by talking to some of the servants, and calling up some friends, was definitely a female version of himself, but Harley didn't like that. Didn't like dealing with himself, and he definitely wouldn't want to deal with her, not if that was the way it really was. He couldn't deny Marina's attractiveness, or their obvious attraction to each other, but it was purely sexual, and they could both use one and other for it.

Harley could have been called a fool, but he definitely wasn't one to let himself be used.

" I've gotta get home soon. " he said, " I need sleep, and gotta get ready to head to BAE soon. " He considered pulling some elaborate lie about why he needed to go home, but he realized what he said was the truth, and then he rubbed at his eyes.

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The small smile of her's melted away with his words and guilt filled settled in. Why didn't she visit him? Her eyes cast down to the plate of crackers as she reluctantly took one into her mouth, hoping to settle her turning stomach.

"I didn't want to see you like that. Unconscious, in that hospital bed. I didn't want to see you."

Her fingers trembled as she brought another cracker into her mouth and washed it down with a sip of hot tea, refusing to look at him.

 

He gazed at her solemnly, listened to her quietly and then let out a small breath he'd been holding, he didn't know exactly what to think. She wouldn't look at him, was that a sign of guilt? Or something else. His fingers reached out for a cracker and he chewed it quietly while mulling over what she said. It was a reason, but was it valid? He'd would have gone to see her, for months, possibly a year before he went off and gave up. But was it giving up? After all, she probably thought he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life. He hoped she would forgive him for going quiet, and to make things less awkward he focused his gaze somewhere else.

He was beginning to understand, once again he had to take in all the factors that eventually combined and fused to make this girl before him. Madeline Moore. If he were her, would he just leave the person who was vying for her affection day after day. Yes. After all, he and she were only human, and you finally let someone in and as if it were a cruel joke, the very next morning..that chance and that person were literally crushed. Thinking harder on it, if he were her, he wouldn't believe that he was talking to her right now.

Slowly he nodded and this time he took her hand in his, the one holding the tea cup's handle still. "I understand." he said, and he truly did.

 

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Bronagh turned her head towards Zeke when she heard his voice, as more of a manner of acknowledging that he was there more than anything.​

"Well then if we don't have any true destination why don't we head out for something to eat? My treat."​

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Suddenly Bronagh realized how hungry she was, "Yeah, that sounds good." she watched as his eyes had opened up quickly after he hand shut them.​

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"Oh I nearly forgot! Your whole status as a runaway...I can get the police to stop following you...if you want of course."​

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Bronagh stared at him for a moment at this offer, she really wanted that, but her mind was thinking about how he would manage that.​

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"I would really appreciate that if you could." it would be one less thing on her shoulders with that gone. She looked over at the car with all the stuff in it. Bronagh noticed her mother's favorite book in the back of the car which made her tilt her head towards it.​

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Her aunt Joyce was standing on the outside of the door with her ear up to it as she spoke,​

"Sis, he loved you. He didn't mean to hurt you this way.... Please, come out of the room."​

Bronagh walked up slowly to her room hugging her stuffed bear and rubbing her eyes,​

"Auntie is mom okay?"​

"I would be lying if I said yes."​

"Can I go in and help her?"​

"No Bronagh, go back to your room."​

"But momma is hurting."​

Bronagh started to tear up as she tried to run into the room,​

"Mom, Mom!"​

"...Joyce you can let her in..."​

Her aunt opened up the door and Bronagh ran inside, her mother was reading her favorite book, but at the same time she wasn't. It was almost as though it was something to stare at,​

"Momma!"​

She was still looking at the book as she spoke in a sad voice,​

"Bronagh... I'm sending you to Uncle Cody's for a while."​

"No mom I want to stay with you!"​

"Sweetheart I love you, but this is the best thing for you right now."​

Bronagh teared up this time repeating "no" over and over again.​

"Bronagh come on, I'll take you back to your room." Joyce replied as she grabbed Bronagh's hand and pulled her out of the room.​

Joyce had fully walked into Bronagh's room and smiled at her right as the sound of a chair falling came from the other room.​

"Bronagh, go to bed."​

She watched Joyce close the door, almost as though it was a barrier to what was going on. Throught the door she heard her screaming, "Rosie! Rosemarie!"​

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The first thing she noticed was a warmth in her hand. Somehow, the gentle pressure in her hand eliminated all traces of any aches or pains she should have been feeling. Her breathing was shallow, eyelids heavy, and there was a strange tingling pulsing through her body. ​

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The slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor alerted her right away that something was wrong, so a part of her was afraid to open her eyes. When she finally did, a feeling of dread washed over her--almost enough to make her want to vomit.​

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The room was too bright; blindingly white, with a window open to her left, shining gray sunlight into her room. Her nose crinkled and she closed her eyes again. Her body felt so heavy, and even the simplest of movements made her feel as if she were under water. ​

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After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open once more for a second try. This time she shifted around in her bed a bit, rolling her stiff shoulders and flexing her toes, never once letting go of whatever warm thing she was clutching on her left. She was in the hospital. ​

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❝Eleanora...?❞​

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Her face flushed and she turned her head around in surprise, coming eye-to-eye with a familiar blonde boy. She tilted her face and then lowered her gaze to their combined hands, the beeping on the heart monitor speeding up noticeably. ​

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She was breathless, eyes wide. ​

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He was here. For her? Was he really? ...She tried to keep calm, searching through her memory banks for some sort of clue as to how this happened. As she did so, though, her eyes started to blur with tears.​

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John smiled greatly at her, it was amazing to watch her with relief and joy and see that she was reawaking herself to the world. He squeezed her hand gently as he shook the tiredness from his body and watched her come to life. She said his name! Did that mean she kept her memories? He didn't know, after all Eleanora housed a real Witch, making her a witch in turn, so he wasn't sure.

He faultered, how can you tell a child like girl that you saved her from herself? And why didn't she know it herself? John took a deep breath and smiled down at her, "You had a accident in the bathroom at the hot springs. I called the police and came with them." Because I know we're all alone.

 

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"Good afternoon, Marina," greeted Harley. She smiled at him as his finger lifted the strap back onto her shoulder. "I was just looking for you." Marina nodded and gave him a smile. He seemed rather tired. Had he not slept well the night before?

"Well, here I am," she responded. Marina lifted her hands up to her braid and began to undo it. The locks were falling out and needed to be fixed.

"I've gotta get home soon." he said, "I need sleep, and gotta get ready to head to BAE soon." Harley definitely seemed less lively, however, she felt rather lethargic as well.

Talking to Theodore seemed to have drained her. Marina nodded slowly as her fingers wound her hair around until she reached the end. She remained silent as she turned in the direction of the entryway. Anything further seemed pointless at this point in time. "Do you need a car? I could call for one of the drivers. I hope you enjoy your time at BAE." Marina stopped in front of the large ornate door that lead outside. "I look forward to when we meet next Mister Jackson." She rocked on the balls of her feet and sighed deeply. Marina had lost all motivation in pursing anyone at this point. It was starting to seem like a waste of time. Maybe it is time to just quit trying. I give up. She shrugged, but gave him a gentle smile.

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The two of them walked until they were at the door of the estate, and Harley's car was brought around. He turned to Marina who wasn't looking at her best as well. She seemed disappointed, but he couldn't tell if it was because something he said, or something that had gotten to her before.

" Do you need a car? " she asked, and he figured she didn't see his car that was just feet away from them.

" It's alright, " he said, motioning to his own.

" I look forward to when we meet next, Mr. Jackson. " she said, then sighed. Harley watched her face for a long time. She was . . . disappointed, somehow. Let down? By what? He sighed himself and moved a stray hair out of her face.

" Me, as well. " he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. He put one of his hands in his pockets and began to walk down the stairs, to his car, " See you at BAE, " he called back, looking back at her and winking.

Just twenty minutes later, the Sario Estate was behind him and he was on his way home, near the bay. The drive had made him even more drowsy, but he was glad that he didn't fall asleep on the highway. He trudged up the steps, and then opened his house.

It was strange; he was expecting it to be just like every other time he'd walked into it, but it wasn't. He felt relief. Happiness. Something normal. His home was something normal. He had missed it.

With a renewed content, he tossed his stuff on the couch and pulled himself over to his room to see something surprising on his bed. Vanille, and she was fast asleep. He looked around for any sign as to why she was here, but was left clueless. He shrugged and decided to sleep on the couch tonight.

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"Its a special place for me...its an orphanage." That was definitely not what she expected, but it seemed like the perfect place to leave a person. Anxiety began to rise up inside of her. This was it...

They approached the rundown church where a woman seemed to be waiting for them. She stood at the entrance and spoke at their arrival. "Greetings Altair, Its so nice to see you back again. You really should try to visit more often, you know." the woman said with a smile.

Closing his eyes Altair let out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. Heidi felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to be here. She should have waited in the car, then he couldn't leave her behind. "So sorry mother, things have been a bit hectic." Altair said, as he opened his eyes with a smile. Mother? Heidi didn't see any similarities between the two, so why did he say mother? "Oh this is Heidi, she is a very precious friend of mine." Altair said introducing her to the woman. Heidi's face turned red as she took a step behind him. That introduction did not seem fitting. The anxiety was replaced with embarrassment. "I'm heading over to Brookridge and before I left I wished to at least pay a visit to you....and my family." What did he mean by that?

Heidi picked at her nails awkwardly from behind him. His family? She had wondered where his parents were, but thought it rude to ask. The leather jacket was cold against her skin, but Heidi ignored it. She didn't know what to make of this place, but she definitely didn't want to be her. Oh come now deary. It sounds like fun. It would have been rather boring in the car. "Go away," she muttered to herself. her eyes darted up to Altair, hoping that he didn't hear her. It was unsettling. "H-hi," she said to the woman that Altair called mother. Her voice was quiet behind him, and she wasn't sure if the woman had actually heard her.

 

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xxxxxWhen the reply, and the gentle voice, came through the phone, it was as if Cherno was lifted off of his feet.
But there was something off about her voice. It wasn't the typical Temperance-style bite. It-- it seemed strained. Almost painful. ****. Something happened, didn't it? Oh-- oh no. It-- it wasn't serious, was it?

But she was alive.
Alive! This was a miracle. Was she going to be okay after all?
... Don't touch the mill of time like that, Cherno. You were going to be certain she was okay.

Cherno gulped, his hands shaking.

"Y--You're okay.
Thank god.
Thank god you're okay. I'm sorry. I'm mighty s--sorry for making a right idiot of my self, there.
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I don't-- I can't bear to lose you after I was cast out into the world without a trace of memory and having only felt the soul of your implicit connection.
Are you hurt? Your voice sounds strained.
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Temperance waited for a reply. She was almost ready to hang up at the silence. "Y--You're okay. Thank god. Thank god you're okay. I'm sorry. I'm mighty s--sorry for making a right idiot of my self, there. I just--I don't-- I can't bear to lose you after I was cast out into the world without a trace of memory and having only felt the soul of your implicit connection. Are you hurt? Your voice sounds strained. If you want, I don't want you to stop any sleep you'll be getting to, tonight. I'll come see you tomorrow. You can tell me what's wrong then, if you really want." He spoke so quickly she didn't even have a chance to respond until he was done. She wasn't even sure she heard it all. Cherno seemed rushed. Why was he so scared? She scared him?

It was her turn to speak finally. She wasn't even sure how to respond to everything. She was still standing outside of the door in the cold. Her hands were red and numbing. She could see her breath in the evening air. Black hair fell in her face and she brushed it away. "Cherno..." she finally started. Her voice was softer now. She didn't want him to stop talking. Supposedly, she had already lost him once. "I'm... I'm fine..." It was a lie. She wasn't fine. She would never be fine again. Her hand rested on her waist. She needed to say something. Temperance was going to go to the hospital, but now it was getting late. How had it gotten so late? She had been waiting on this call. She realized how badly she wanted to hear his voice. It made her feel pathetic. "You can't come here!" Her eyes drifted to the welcome mat below her feet. She didn't mean to shout. "You can't come here," she repeated much softer. "Cherno... Cherno you can't come here." She shouldn't be here.

Tears started to flow again and she collapsed on the stoop. Her back slid down against the door and she rested her head on the wall. He couldn't come here. He would see what she did. She needed to go to the hospital, but then what? Where would she go afterwards? Would there even be an afterwards? Time had been turned back, but it didn't mean she would be alive when it wound forwards again. Temperance began to sob on the phone. She clutched it between her hands. "...you can't come here. I did... I did something unforgivable. You can't come here..."