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[Sup, Prospero? There's no chitchat in this message, just one very stark line.]

Allen Walker is dead.

[For anybody interested in trying to comfort him, or those seeking comfort about it-- you can find him in the hotel lobby, staring blankly at a cold cup of tea and one of the books Allen was reading for school.]

[He called in sick to work-- he's not moving an inch right now.]

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Where are you?

[Somehow he didn't expect you to respond, dude.]

[No text is exchanged after that. Seeing that Neah is storming through the hallway of the hotel and getting his butt down to the lobby as quickly as possible. So give him 2 minutes, and he's standing in front of Kanda with a somewhat worried look on his expression.]

Kanda.

...

[He flinches, hearing that voice. Neah might be a different person, but-- he sounds just like Allen.]

What?

[Probably doesn't help that Neah looks exactly like Allen, as well.]

What exactly were you two doing?

...He wanted to go out and train.

[Here, have a dry, broken chuckle that sounds a bit more like horrible things than laughter.]

Fucking martyr. Walking dead caught up to us, and he had is damn-- bandage-- thing-- persona, whatever...

[Is he shaking? He's shaking. Why can't he know recarm...or whatever the resurrect spell is...]

[Well, this was odd. He never saw Kanda express this much emotion before. This was somewhat foreign to him, and he didn't know what to do exactly. ... Except, perhaps, give him a manly shoulder squeeze.]

And?

I can handle myself, dammit! I don't need his fucking stupid sacrifices!

[Read: he's blaming himself for this. Big time. And apparently Allen shoved him out of zombie reach as a gambit?]

[The outburst from Kanda gains a few stares and whispers in their direction.]

... Are you hurt? [Neah can feel a bit of a spark rise up in him again, but he will ignore that for now.]

[Have a really hollow-sounding grunt.]

No. Not with Uzume.

I see. I am glad that you are fine, at least. [Didn't want to be too caught up in emotions. Not when there was a chance that Allen could come back soon, even though it'd feel longer.]

...Why do you even care, Noah?

[Because. This has been bothering him. :U]

...

[For once, Neah looks serious as he speaks. Not a smile in the world, and not a hint in his voice that just his usual attitude displayed.] I suppose this place has taught me how to care for "friends". It has been awhile, after all.

[Since he's really cared, even vaguely, for someone that wasn't Mana, nor Cross.]

[The admission is kind of startling. Since when--?]

...I'm a "friend"?

I do believe that is the official reference, correct?

[Or is he wrong.]

...Tch. If you believe it to be so.

[No. He's just not...sure?]

[She sighs when she sees him sitting there, keeping back enough not to crowd him but walking close enough to speak.]

Kanda.

[He stirs and looks up at her tiredly. Guess who got no sleep last night. He's slightly disturbed that this is bothering him so much-- he's used to people dying around him. Maybe it was because it's someone he was used to being around, fighting with... or maybe it's because he had to watch.]

...What.

[She sighs again, eyes softening slightly. She gestures to a seat near him.]

Do you mind?

...Go ahead.

[He shrugs. Ingrid is one of the few people he knows-- who's still alive, anyway-- that he doesn't mind being around right now.]

[She sits primly, eyes on the boy like a hawk. It takes her awhile to speak again.]

Do you wish to talk about it?

Not really anything to say.

[It doesn't help that seeing all the red on the ground again took him back a decade. Not at all.]

Like I said before. Death is familiar by now.

He was your friend, wasn't he?

Comrade.

[...Although now that he thinks of it. What do you call someone who fights at your side, that you support and who supports you, and who lives with you in a strange place, even though you fight and bicker all the time?]

[Maybe they're friends. Maybe.]

No matter what you're used to seeing, when you know them it will always be difficult. Personal.

...I guess.

[Still, though...]

If it helps, people have returned from the dead here before. He may yet come back. [It's not much, but she felt it should be said.]

I know. ...It helps some.

[But only marginally. The loss is still heavy. He never realized how quiet that room could be.]

But not enough.

[Another long pause.]

Do you need anything?

...

[He hesitates. He feels like he...does? But he couldn't name it if he tried.]

...No.

I know there is nothing I can do to right this and believe me that I wish that I could. My students, both from home and those I have gathered here, mean much to me and I am distraught over these events. But if you find yourself needing, wanting, anything to help you with this just need to ask me.I may not be able to do much, but I will do what I can.

... No...Allen...

[At...least they know he'll be back?]

[ Yes but she's still sad about it.... ]

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