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I know what happened. Are you happy with yourselves? Doing things when you don't even know what you're doing, or why. Look what you did... there were people suffering, children crying. Do you know how much pain you caused? It isn't right. It isn't fair.

What gives you the right? You take other people's lives in your hands! Take their choices from them. Deciding whether we should live or die for us. Do you think that we want to die? I don't. While there's life, there still hope. We should keep on living, no matter what. We should always keep--

[After this brief speech, Kariya slumps, breathing heavily. His good eye widens, and the swollen veins in his face seem to pulse for a moment. The effort of speaking has obviously taken a lot out of him. The physical and mental shock of the worms returning has taken its toll on him. He looks as if he's having trouble standing upright at the terminal. A spasm of pain crosses his face. When he speaks again, his voice is weaker.]

I need a healer--is there someone who can help?

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Good. We'll have to do something fun. Maybe we can go to the meadow, or the library. I just need to rest a little first. [Talking to people over the network was exhausting. It does sound nice, doing something ordinary and relaxing. Maybe it would help him to forget about the pain's return.

He starts to limp toward his bed, then pauses to look to her and smile. He studies her face. Her eye is golden--it's such an unusual, pretty color. He's touched by her words, but a little surprised, too. Sometimes he's still unused to being shown so much concern.] I care about you too, very much.

I want you to be happy, too. [He laughs.] But I've probably said that already. I repeat myself sometimes. [And he feels a little sad, because along with the lack of pain, the clarity of his mind is gone now, too. He just wants to be himself again, but apparently that's too much to ask. He wishes he'd met her before he was so sick, but of course, that's impossible, for various reasons.] Tell me what you'd most like to do, and we can do that today.

[That reply provokes a similar reaction in her; she's touched to hear him say that, but at the same time, she hadn't been expecting it.] Oh. Thank you. [She feels like maybe she should say something more to that, but that's the only thing that comes out.]

Oh, we don't need to do anything today. Let's just rest for now. [She had lingered behind him as he started toward his bed, but now she moves to catch up. On a whim, she leans up and brings a hand to his forehead, brushing hair from his skin so she can kiss it, and then his unmarred cheek.] I think I just want to talk with you right now. Is that all right?

Oh.

[Kariya freezes when she touches his face, then kisses him. His good eye widens. He's not used to being touched that way, and it makes him feel a little nervous and embarrassed. It's--nice, but he isn't sure how to react. Why did she kiss him? Probably it was just a friendly kiss. Maybe that's normal where she's from. Should he kiss her back? That seems so forward--it might be rude to kiss her. It's different for a woman to kiss him than the other way around, isn't it? He settles on taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.]

Thank you.

[Though as soon as he says it, he thinks that thanking her was maybe not the right thing to do, so he changes the subject quickly.]

Yes, it's all right. I'd like that. If we stayed here and talked.

[Though he doesn't like to admit it, he probably couldn't make it very far today. He's worn out. He would like just talking to her more, too.]

We can do something else another day.

[Because he still thinks it would be nice to do something together, something that preferably doesn't involve monsters in any way.]

[She hadn't thought anything of the action—she gives physical affection liberally, and always has—but his reaction makes her abruptly self-conscious. Oh— Should she not have done that? She flushes when she takes her hand, which probably seems ridiculous now, and averts her eyes.]

[She almost asks about that thank you, but she's embarrassed now, so she goes along with the change in topic willingly enough.]

All right. Good. Thank you. Let's sit down, then.

[He still feels nervous, even though he knows that's foolish of him. She was only being nice, he's sure. He shouldn't take things the wrong way. They're friends, so something like that is normal, right? He keeps his hold on her hand, nonetheless, as he makes his way toward the bed.

It's odd to think that the bed is really a pod, when it looks like a bed. But then, it's odd to think of what he and Claudia really look like, when he considers how they appear now.

And then, he feels nervous all over again, when he realizes they're going to sit down on the bed together. It'll be fine, he's sure. It's just that keeps thinking of that kiss--and how maybe he should have kissed her back and acted like it was an ordinary occurrence, but it would be strange to do so now...

You don't have to thank me, but you're welcome. [He sits down, slowly and painfully, exhaling as he settles onto the bed. He realizes he's still holding her hand and lets go, even as he thinks he would like to keep holding it. The thought makes him anxious all over again. Now he's worried about doing the wrong thing. He hasn't been alone in his room with a girl before--he knows that thought is incredibly juvenile, even as he thinks it. But he likes it, that it's just the two of them, in spite of his newfound anxiety.] This is nice, isn't it? I'm so glad you're here now. I was so worried about you. What would you like to talk about?

[She feels conscious of the way he continues to hold her hand, and she wonders if it's his nervousness that makes her so. Certainly, she hadn't thought anything of touching him a minute ago. She doesn't mind the contact, though, and she would feel far too ridiculous saying something about it now, so she leaves it uncommented on. She just hopes that he doesn't feel like he has to be physical in his affection because she is.]

[When he sits, she tries to support him subtly, wanting to ease the stress on his body in whatever way she can. Then, she settles beside him, her hands folding demurely in her lap as he lets her go. She's careful not to sit too close.]

[She's aware of the way he mentions having been worrying about her, too, and once again she feels irrationally flustered by the idea that he had thought of her and kept her in mind.]

Oh, I don't know. [She sighs, her gaze settling on her hands in her lap as her lips purse together. It's a serious expression, which maybe makes it obvious that despite her answer, there is something on her mind.] There are some things I've been thinking about, but I don't want to drone on about my problems.

[It's just that she doesn't have anyone she would be more comfortable talking about her Alternate World Problems with.]

[All right, things seem to be more normal now that they're sitting down together and he's not holding her hand. Even if he'd like to be. Everything's fine. He can relax.]

You can talk to me about your problems anytime. I'd be glad to listen, and to help, if I could. You don't need to worry that you'd bother me, because you wouldn't.

Oh, that's... You're really sweet, Kariya. [She smiles, and even if the expression seems a little tired, it's genuine. Part of her wants to hug him, or lean against his side, but considering how the last time she had touched him ended up, she restrains herself this time.] I really am lucky to have you in my life.

[But then she looks down again, her hands balling against her skirt as she keeps talking.]

It's just... The more I think about things, the more I feel like Kirei is dead because I'm alive. [Not that she hasn't felt that way ever since she had failed to intervene with his suicide, but on a level beyond that—] I mean, that there can't be a world where we're both alive now.

It's the least I can do for you. [He's embarrassed and laughs as she says she's lucky.] Thank you--but I'm your friend, and that's what friends do, so, it's not so impressive. I try my best. I'll always do my best for you.

[He husband...

He had meant what he'd said about her problems, but he hadn't been expecting anything quite so personal or sad, and he's surprised. But he's glad she trusts him enough to talk about things like that, and he does want to help. He nods, solemnly.]

I--I can't say I know about what happened, but I'm sure it's not your fault. I know you wouldn't have done anything to hurt him. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to feel that way, either.

I never met Kirei in my world, so I don't know anything about him. I don't know if he was married, or if you were--alive.

It's...

[She wants to say it's her fault (because it is, as far as she's concerned), but at the same time, she doesn't know how much of the situation she should reveal. Even now, when her husband has been dead for three years, she feels the need to keep certain information to herself, as though it isn't hers to share.]

I've spoken to a number of people that know Kirei or Risei but not myself. I haven't met even one person who knows me. [She bites her lip, then, and looks about ready to squirm as she says,] I'm almost certainly dead. I never— I never told you about what it was like for me before the War, did I?

[He looks down at his hands. He doesn't like to think of her being dead, but he supposes a lot of people here are dead, and even he will be soon, once he goes home.]

If they're from the War, they wouldn't know. People keep their families out of the War, usually, and I'm sure Kirei would have, too. I don't know many people here who knew me, even other people who were in the War, and I was Berserker's Master. So--it's hard to say. But you'd know better than I would.

[Kariya shakes his head.]

No, you didn't.

It's different than that.

[Part of her wants to look down and away again, but she forces herself not to, keeping her eyes on him as she explains.]

I was on my deathbed. I would have been lucky to live more than another couple of weeks. If the Command Seal hadn't appeared on my hand...

[She trails off and shakes her head, figuring the conclusion is obvious enough.]

I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

[Kariya can relate, to being ill. He knows very well what it's like to be on the verge of death, now.]

But--the Command Seals healed you somehow?

[His own hadn't done anything for him.]

No, it's not like that. The Mage's Association— They wouldn't just let me die, of course.

[She laughs, the sound short and dry.]

They made sure I was healed. But, if Kirei were a Master instead of me...

So there was a cure, but no one healed you until you were useful to them?

[He scowls. Magi.]

That's typical.

Yes, if he were a Master, they wouldn't have cared.

Mm, my body— It can't heal on its own. It had just deteriorated so much...

[She trails off. She smiles, though, even if the expression is rueful.]

Don't look like that. It's not worth getting upset about now.

[He nods. He can certainly relate to that. But he frowns. The Mage's Association--it reminds him of all his bitterness with that whole society, especially his family.]

I'm tired of the way they treat everyone like tools, basing everything on how useful people are, or how many Magic Circuits they have. It isn't right.

But you're right, that isn't the issue. [He knows that's not what they're talking about.] That still doesn't mean it's anything to do with you, if Kirei died.

I didn't do enough for him.

[The words come immediately. She delivers the rest in a rush, too, once she begins. It's strange to say this out loud to someone, but once she starts, she has trouble stopping again.]

I never— Of course I never would have hurt him, like you said. But I didn't help him the way I should have. I couldn't—I couldn't make him happy. He took his own life, and I...

[She let him, too afraid to act. How could she believe his death wasn't her fault, then?]

[He took his own life? He wouldn't have expected that. Of course, priests are people just like anyone else, but it doesn't seem like something a priest would do, not that he knows very much about the religious life. Regardless, it's so sad. He must have been a very troubled man. Kariya can't imagine what drove him to such a point, but he wouldn't pry, and maybe, sometimes, no one knows why a person does that.

He can't imagine how Claudia must feel. He's never even been with someone, let alone lost them in such a tragic way.]

I'm very sorry.

Please, don't blame yourself. It's terrible, I know, whenever someone does that. It's very sad, but it isn't the fault of the people who love them. When someone does that, it's because they're very ill.

I'm sure you did all you could. You were very sick, too.

I...

[Again, she wants to argue, but she doesn't. How can she explain without revealing the burden that brought Kirei so much turmoil? In the end, she just sighs. Maybe it's better off to leave it at that, rather than telling him that she wishes she had died in his place.]

I don't know. Maybe. [She leans, then, so that her weight rests against his side. She's conscious not to put too much pressure on him, and she straightens up again not long after.] Thank you, anyway.

[At the very least, she appreciates the sentiment.]

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