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His appetite didn't decrease, even with his Innocence detached from his body. She wondered where he stores all that food, is there a black hole in his stomach?
Desdemona sat at the wooden table with Bak, Allen and the three from before. She slowly ate the rice before her while staring at the boy through two tall piles of plates.
"Allen! If you keep on piling up on that one, it'll tip over!" Shifu yelled over the sound of cutlery clashing against the white porcelain plates.
"Mfffffn! MMMFFFFFNN!" said Allen through his food. He quickly glanced at Desdemona, who sat opposite him. He never saw her eat anything proper before. This is the first time she's actually touched proper food…if you call plain rice proper, that is.
Wong laughed while explaining, "That girl. She would only ever eat rice from around the Yangzi River in China and Niigata region in Japan. Such a picky child!"
She was looking at her bowl of rice and eating while picking at it slowly with her pair of chopsticks. He was ashamed to admit that, despite being a huge eater, he was yet to learn the modus operandi of some eating utensils, such as the chopsticks. He does not comprehend how one can pick up food with two pieces of wood.
Was she still angry? For not being able to answer. Allen thought about that question many times now, but he still can't get an answer. Why. That word, it's so bothersome. Must everything be done with a reason? Of course. Or else it would lose its meaning.
PANG!
"ALLLENN!" Shifu's extremely irritated voice woke Allen from his thoughts. A pool of shattered plates lay on the floor. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PILE MORE PLATES ON THAT PILE!"
"Calm down, Shifu!" Bak said, sipping his tea casually. "It's not going to kill you."
"Yeah Bak!" Shifu replied sharply, "Let's try dropping a few hundred plates on your head!"
As soon as he said it, Desdemona suddenly appeared behind Bak, holding a pile of plates above his head. Allen turned to his side, a number of plates have disappeared from his newly formed pile. He started cold-sweating…how did-
A second loud crash echoed in the Asian Branch's Dinning Hall, followed by a second scream of complaint. "DDDEEEEEEEEEMMM! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"
Everyone looked to the girl, which was a grave mistake, because what they saw next chilled them to their bones.
She smiled. It wasn't a warm, happy smile. It was a cold, harsh smile accompanied by her piercing eyes. "I thought you wanted plates dropped on your head. So I dropped plates on your head."
If voices can be measured like temperature, hers could have frozen lava.
As the rest of the people present shuddered in silence, the girl turned around and walked out of the dining hall in the direction of her room.
Bak stared after the girl and then turned to Allen. "She's in a bad mood, I wonder what happened to her."
Allen looked back innocently, "I didn't do anything!"
Bak and Allen both stared out the door, wondering what's going on inside the girl's head.
"This is not going anywhere!" Fou exclaimed. Thrashing her arm/blade in an aggravated manner.
Allen shakily got up from the pile of debris that was once a small pillar before he crashed into it. She's right. This is going nowhere. The amount of time his arm keeps its shape has been decreasing rapidly. He can't even remember what it feels like to have that arm anymore.
He glanced to the side. The Eurasian exorcist had been standing on the side the entire 4 hours. Not uttering a word, just watching. He swear that she had not moved an inch.
Desdemona leaned against the back wall, crossing her arms at her chest, observing the battle quietly.
What's wrong with his Innocence? She asked the other half, expecting it to respond.
... I thought you didn't like my voice.
Do you know or not?
What I know is not what I know. What I know is what every one of us knows. I do not know. Only the one who grants us power knows.
You should've just said that you don't know.
Oh, but I do not not know.
Desdemona felt like punching someone. Who? Herself? Her own head?
If you know what's wrong and how to fix it, then just tell me.
I have already said. I do not know. However. One does know. Only he who is tied with his crystal shall know.
So, Allen should know.
I never said he would know.
So how would he or anyone know?
When the time comes. When he who is chosen understands the purpose. When he is condemned to be fit to know.
Desdemona sighed. Is there really nothing else to be done?
Two knocks came from the wooden door and the handle was twisted open, entering the room was the Chinese exorcist.
Anita looked up at Lenalee. "I'm sorry for disturbing you so late at night, but…could I borrow a hair tie from you?" Lenalee asked, touching her slightly wet hair with her hand.
Anita asked the girl to sit down. She went to retrieve a comb and two hair-ties from a small wooden box. She helped Lenalee tie up her hair.
"These are a memento of my mother, do you like them?" Anita asked.
"What? Oh no! I couldn't use such an important-!"
"No, it's all right." Anita's eyes were filled with sorrow. "She promised me that I would inherit them once I turned 18…but before then, she was killed by an akuma. I couldn't bring myself to wear them ever since."
Lenalee turned around. "Anita, your mother was also a supporter of the Church, wasn't she?"
"Yes." Anita smiled, "She fell in love with General Cross at first sight and became a supporter. Pretty simple minded, huh?"
Lenalee smiled. "Is that so?"
"I shouldn't talk about others though. I'm the same, helping the organization because I want to do something for that man."
Lenalee looked to the floor. She wanted to ask, however, she was also aware of Anita's feelings. Somehow, she felt that the need to confirm their reason more important than worrying about the older female's feelings. Selfish, isn't it? Humans are selfish, aren't they?
"Do you believe that General Cross is still alive?" Lenalee waited for Anita's answer.
After a few prolonged moments of silence, Anita finally answered, "Yes, I do. Because that is…my only source of strength right now."
~x.X.x~
Lavi stood outside on the deck, under the dim light from the moon. He held in his hand a Spades' Ace. The card he had retrieved from, allegedly, beside Allen's pool of blood. He couldn't help but to worry. Worry about the white haired boy, worry about his feelings and future, and also worrying about the Chinese exorcist who acted like nothing more than a heartless zombie. He worried. And yet those words, the words that forbade him from feeling these emotions for his own good kept on repeating in his head.
Don't be taken in by the war. You are the successor of 'Bookman' and nothing else. We are not their allies…we are only on the Church's side 'by chance'.
"We are only involved…" Lavi repeated those words with his own mouth and voice, as if making it more material than it is, to make his mind understand those words. "…in order to record history. A bookman…has no need for a heart."
Lavi lowered the hand in which he held the card. He folded his arms on the side of the large boat and rested his head on them.
Step…
~x.X.x~
"Ah!" Miranda exclaimed, suddenly standing up, looking quite unstable.
"What's wrong, Miranda?" Crowley asked gently.
"Just now…there are continuous rounds of recovery occurring somewhere on this ship." She said, her voice shaking. "Deck…?" She muttered, as if talking to herself. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
As soon as she said it, a loud explosive sound came from the upper deck.
"THE SECOND MAST IS BROKEN!"
"IT'S HERE!"
"ENEMY ATTACK!"
"IT'S AN AKUMA!"
The deck was thrown into chaos as the crew tried their best to keep calm. More and more rushed onto the deck but their visions were blocked by a thick mist of dust formed from the explosion.
As the mist slowly cleared, many gasped.
The first thing they saw, was Lavi's limp arm laying next to a big pool of crimson liquid.
Since when did she become the food delivery service?
Desdemona carried a large brown bag of food, for Allen, up the many staircases that lead from the kitchen to the room they were fighting in. They're not stopping, even when it's already 1:30 in the morning. She yawned. He's hungry again.
Once she arrived in line of sight with Allen, he ran *insert slow motion* towards the large brown leather bag of food, comparable to Santa's sack, with an expression one would put on when they finally meets their long lost family. *insert Theme song from Chariot of Fire*
Desdemona just dropped the sack onto the ground, stretched her back and wiped some sweat away from her forehead.
"HEY! BEAN SPROUT! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE!" Came Fou's loud cry.
"MMMFFFFFHHH!" said Allen, who has dived into the sack.
"He said he needs to eat." Explained Desdemona. "He said he's starving."
"WELL, THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY HE COULD JUST RUN AWAY LIKE THAT!"
"MMMMFFFFFFFFHHFHHHFHF!"
"He said that if he doesn't eat, he'll die."
"AND YOU THINK I WON'T FAINT, HUH? WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM DOING? I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU!"
"MMMFFFFFH MMFFFH FFFH FUUHHH!"
"He said that he is an ungrateful bastard and that you should kill him sooner or later."
Allen swallowed his mouthful of food and poked his head out of the sack. "I never said anything like that! And plus, I didn't say anything you said I said in the first place!"
Desdemona shrugged, digging a bar of chocolate out from her pocket. "I just assumed."
"YOU IDIOT ARE YOU DONE!" Fou screamed from the other side of the hall.
Allen dove out from the sack with food scraps all over his face, but with a content smile…looking quite tedious.
"Wipe your mouth." Desdemona said quietly while passing Allen to retrieve the sack, now full of rubbish. The boy hastily lifted his arm, intending to wipe his mouth with his sleeve only to realize that he had no sleeve. For some reason, possibly because she was the one who told him to do it, he turned to Desdemona with a desperate look, but before he could even fully face her, a warm, wet towel was thrown into his face.
Desdemona frowned in annoyance. Since when did she become his servant? Even though she really did realize that he didn't ask for her to become his servant. For some reason, she ended up doing it anyways.
And for that reason, she was even more annoyed with herself.
She was questioning why did she even come in the first place? It was only because she felt that she had to come, but for what reason? She knew he was fine and alive. She knew the Asia branch would take good care of him.
But why would she care if they took good care of him or not? She couldn't care less if they starve him for something. He needs to stop trying to eat the Church into bankruptcy.
As if that's going to happen. The church creates money twice as fast as Allen devours food.
After she disposed of the sack, she returned to the training area where Fou and Allen was. Fou can't last much longer, by the looks of it. She was shimmering in and out of visibility.
"Let's stop here!" Fou shouted over the noise of debris falling everywhere. Allen instantly relaxed his pose and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fou went into the wall.
Allen looked towards the Eurasian girl, who was leaning against the pole leisurely with her arms crossed. She had been surprisingly co-operative these days. 'Co-operative' because 'nice' isn't right either.
She suddenly turned her gaze onto him, who flinched slightly. After a few seconds of careful inspection under those onyx eyes, Allen saw the girl walking slowly towards him with a bored expression.
"Um…I can still-" Allen began.
"No you can't." She said, with the utmost certainty in her voice.
"But I am-"
"You are going to pass out about now." She said firmly.
"No I'm no-" Allen was cut short, again. This time not be the girl but by his own brain blacking out. He could feel himself falling, but never hitting the ground. Whether it's because his mind completely shut down before he touched the ground or because he never really touched the ground, he didn't know.
Desdemona just caught him by his collar, his limp body hanging loosely, half-kneeling on the ground.
"ZZZZZZzzzz."
"…I thought I already told you."
"ZZZZzzzzzz."
"Now I have to drag you over to your room."
"ZZZZZZzzzzz."
"And is that all you can say?"
"ZZZZZZzzzzz."
I think he is asleep.
"As if I don't know that."
Then why are you still talking to him, knowing that he will not respond?
"Sometimes, things can only be said when the other person cannot hear."
And why is that?
"Complaining in front of him would only make him feel bad."
If you really don't like doing this, why are you doing it?
"Feeling of obligation."
And where does this obligation come from?
"I guess, influenced by the people around me. Contagious."
I don't think these kinds of things are contagious.
"Then what do you think I do it for?"
That, only you can answer. Sometimes, don't seek into your brain, search your heart. You may find something surprising.
Allen heard chirping. Of birds? Probably. He felt the light, bright light through his eyelids. He lifted an arm to cover his eyes. He wanted to sleep more. Too bright.
He turned to his side, hugging his blanket close to his body.
Suddenly he sat up violently, remembering what he is supposed to do after his mind cleared up a bit. He quickly threw his clothes on and hurried out. As he neared the dining hall, he smelt the inviting aroma of food. As he turned the corner into the hall, the table straight in front of him was filled with food. Wong placed one last plate of steaming hot sweet and sour pork onto the table and smiled at Allen. "Mr. Walker, please enjoy your meal."
Allen flushed, was Wong waiting on him? He's not used to this kind of treatment, what day is this?
The boy sat down and instantly began gulping down food like he's got a slide instead of a throat and esophagus and a black hole instead of a stomach.
Half way through his meal, Wong suddenly muttered to himself, "That girl…how did she know that he'll come at this time?" Allen, being pre-occupied by his food, heard but it didn't really register in his mind.
As soon as he finished, he thanked Wong and rushed to the training area. When he arrived, he found Fou standing there with an unsatisfied pout. "HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GET HERE?" She scolded. He scratched his head in embarrassment. "Sorry…"
At Fou's temple, a vein popped up. She suddenly transformed her hand into an axe and swung at Allen. "WHO TOLD YOU TO BE SORRY?"
Allen dodged, trying to activate his Innocence to block the attack in the process. And, just like always, the arm materialized shortly before dispersing into particles again.
~x.X.x~
"How thoughtful of you. Always one step in front of Allen."
Desdemona glanced at the Chinese. "I'm not thoughtful. Time wasted is chance wasted."
"Well, what have you come here for?"
"Can you get through to Komui?"
"I can. Why?"
"It's nothing. Thank you."
The girl turned and exited the office. Bak sighed. Girls these days are so difficult to understand. Only Lenalee, with her angelic smile and heaven-like laughs, keep Bak's world sane.
"I will destroy you." Lenalee said as she charged towards the Level 3, clad in its unbreakable armour, grinning down at the mortal humans.
"Lenalee! He's a Level 3, he's too strong!" Lavi tried. "You can't fight him alone!"
Lenalee wasn't listening, she just charged at the akuma who claimed itself to be 'Eshi'.
Eshi grinning, holding up his hands, forming a square, like the frame of an artwork, framing whatever the akuma saw through this 'window'.
"Are you next?" Eshi questioned in an icy tone.
Lenalee answered the question with an intense glare of her own, not showing any weakness against this mechanical being. She slammed her foot down on the air beneath her, taking her further into the air, right above the akuma. She did a summersault, then coming down at Eshi with great speed.
Eshi dodged sideways, barely avoiding Lenalee's attack. She still managed to graze it. Without hesitating, Lenalee launched another attack, this time kicking Eshi right in the gut. The impact of Innocence grazing over Dark Matter at high speed created a spark of light that temporarily blinded the two. Suddenly, a fist came out from the light and punched Lenalee in the face.
Lenalee instantly wrapped her legs around the arm. "YYYAAAAAAAGH!" She screamed as she threw Eshi, by the arm, towards the vast, dark ocean beneath. The akuma hit the water's surface with an explosive splash.
Lavi saw the explosion, "Lenalee!" He screamed.
Lenalee appeared next to the red head. "I'm all right, Lavi." She reassured. "I'm all right now. Because I've made a decision. Go ahead of me and protect the boat. I'll be sure to catch up with you guys later…"
Lenalee stepped on air and sprung away, leaving Lavi with no time to object.
"Re-Return to the ship…" the injured Bookman in Lavi's arms choked out. "It's not just him, above the clouds. There are many more."
Just as Bookman finished his sentence, through the dark clouds in the sky rained down a million bullets, all infected with akuma virus, deadly. All of them aimed at the ship.
Desdemona walked down the dark corridor, with its only source of light from the moon through the windows. She's been having a bad feeling since the morning. Something is going to happen. No, something is happening now that is not pleasant. Not pleasant at all. She was quite irritated, by this constant nagging at the back of her mind. She either know it or not know it. But it's neither. She know something's wrong, she doesn't know what is wrong.
So frustrating.
It's like the feeling she gets before a thunderstorm, but not the same in a way. If it's a thunderstorm she'd know. Or rather, Thora should know.
She stopped as she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back. Allen was behind her, his white hair shimmering under the moonlight. He smiled sheepishly. "Wong said Fou and I should quit for today. It's pretty late already."
"Why are you here?" She asked, her voice devoid of emotions.
"Um…because I have nothing else to do?" He answered with uncertainty.
The girl turned her head forward and continued walking. The boy followed. They absent-mindedly walked down the corridor.
"Hey." Desdemona began.
Allen looked up.
"Fate…it's such a mysterious thing."
Allen looked down with a gloomy expression. "Right now, I don't have time to worry about fate. I have to focus and get my Innocence back. I can't leave everyone else to fight for me."
"Are you accusing me of not helping them now?" she questioned back.
Allen shook his head. "No! It's just…it's just that…I'm frustrated with myself. I don't know what to do! I just can't do it right! It keeps turning back into dust. It's so close. It's right beside me. I can touch it. But somehow…it's out of grasp."
The girl suddenly stopped and looked out the large nearly-ceiling-to-floor domed window towards the moon. "Isn't it painful?"
Allen stopped a few steps ahead of her and looked back with a confused expression.
She lifted a hand up towards the moon, shielding its light, creating a dark shadow across her face. "The feeling of something slipping away just as you were able to touch it. The feeling of being able to touch something but unable to grasp it. The feeling of losing something you possess."
She lowered her hand and looked at Allen. "Humans, aren't we weird creatures? Rather having it close then losing it, we prefer to not have known it at all. Rather than being thankful of their existence in our lives, we only grief when we lose them. So is loneliness a blessing or a curse? Are humans that insatiable? We only want the things we don't have. Once we have it close, we immediately take it for granted and want for something more." She looked out to the moon again. "Humans…are weird creatures."
Allen was first taken back by these complicated ideas suddenly being proposed to him. He thought hard about those words. "But that's not it." He began. "Having something close isn't a curse. There are people supporting us with all their heart so we don't have to be alone."
"Not being alone? Those are only illusions."
"Huh?" Allen frowned.
"We are born alone. We live alone. We die alone. There's no such thing as escape loneliness. Friendship, love, all those, they are merely illusions. Through these illusions we trick ourselves into believing we are not alone. In fact, the only thing that even comes close to escaping loneliness is hatred."
"No! That's not it! We have friends, they are always there for us so that we don't have to fight alone."
"Don't have to fight alone?" She suddenly turned and glared straight into his eyes. He couldn't tell if she's angry or confused, but her voice suggests that she thinks his idea is absurd. "Who are the ones really fighting? Humanity? The Church? The high priests?"
"But there are also the fellow exorcists."
"Can you depend your entire being on them? Do they share all your worries for you? Even if they suffer from the same fate as you, it's not like they really understand how you feel either."
Allen didn't know how to answer. The truth is, there isn't anyone alive that he could depend his entire being upon anymore. Only if Mana…he lowered his head.
Desdemona stared at Allen. She knew, she knew the feeling too well. All this time, how many times had she thought, only if Bidelia was here…
"There isn't a single person alive you can depend on." She continued, echoing Allen's thoughts. "Because, whoever you trust in are the people that will worry about you. You worry about them too. To protect them, you have to hide things from them. You can't even share all of your happiness. Everything you ever loved, you loved by yourself. You can never depend on them fully."
"Then if you say that, what's the point of having friends?"
"No point." She said bluntly. "No point at all. Just creating unnecessary attachments that burden you and expose yourself to harm."
Allen thought about it. He doesn't like this way of thinking. It makes the entire world seem hopeless.
"It would seem hopeless." She echoed his thoughts again. "But why do we keep living? Most of the time, our drive comes from hatred, ambition and revenge. One person's joy always means another's grief. It's inevitable, even if it's unintentional. Even the most basic reason to form friendship is to help oneself in achieving a goal that is set because of hatred, ambition or revenge. Idealists. That's why they are so frustrating. They walk around thinking they are the main character of their story, they are the good side and everyone else is the bad side. They believe everything they do they do because of love and friendship. Truth is, only negative emotions become the drive for one's actions. Positive emotions do nothing other than deceive."
"But…" Allen wants to disagree with her.
"You liked walking." She suddenly said. "Think about it like this: You have a path you have to walk down. Your only goal was to reach the end. You know that once you reach the end, you will lose all your purpose. You know that once you reach the end, there's no more purpose. So why do you keep on walking forward?"
"Because I promised-!" Allen started.
"Why did you promise?"
"Because it was important!"
"Why is it important? No, that's not important. Why did you stay alive before you made that promise?"
"Because…because…" Allen's memory trailed back to a time he never wanted to remember again. "Because I was alone. I wanted to find someone."
"No. That's not the reason." She said with confidence. "You wanted to live because you want to prove to the ones who left you behind that you can live on your own. You did it out of pride and a hatred for those who left you."
Allen was wordless. There's nothing he could say. She was…right. But he doesn't want to admit it.
She started walking the other way back to their rooms. Allen followed again. "But - "
"You." She stopped him. "Can't even think clearly now. Once you figured it out, then come and convince me otherwise."
"I'm thinking clearly!"
She waved a hand dismissively. "If you really are thinking clearly and figured everything out, you wouldn't be here now."
Allen was defeated. So he walked in silence. A strange thought popped into his head. This girl might actually know him better than he knows himself…
Lenalee couldn't breathe. She could feel the water around her pressing down on her body. The chains loosely wrapped around her but they were sinking her deeper and deeper into the ocean.
She activated her Innocence once more. The glowing light lit up the surround dark water. Invoking Maximum Power…RELEASE!
The light shone brighter than before, enveloping Lenalee in a sphere of light. The chains around her body was pushed out by the sphere.
I did it! Thought Lenalee. Eshi's Dark Matter has the power to control gravity. Once caught, there is no escape. But since Dark matter and Innocence are polar opposite, by releasing my Innocence I should be able to temporarily cancel his ability out.
Lenalee stepped on the water and shot towards the surface leaving behind a trail of light. Suddenly, she coughed and blood came flowing out before they slowly dispersed in the water. Allen… her thought trailed to the boy. For Suman's sake you forcibly released your Innocence too, right? My synchro rate is 86%. We aren't supposed to do this without a synchro rate of 100% but…
The girl shot out from the water in a column of water.
But even so, for the sake of my world…
"I will…" Lenalee said out loud. "TAKE YOU OUT HERE AND NOW!"
The akuma and the exorcist charged at each other. The moment they met, a bright light lit up the sky and smoke soon hid the light from view.
Once the smoke cleared, Lenalee was hanging in air with the akuma holding her by her arm.
"It's over girl." Eshi said. "While cancelling out my abilities, you can barely even move. Eshi's body has now evolved into a close combat type. You cannot damage it."
"'Close Combat type'? There are different types of Level 3 Akuma?"
The akuma simply replied with a round of hysterical laughter.
"I see… so you are just one of the more stubborn types…I get it now." Slowly and faintly, a pentagonal pattern began appearing on the right side of Lenalee's neck and extending to her cheek.
"So Eshi is the stubborn type, is that what you said?"
"Who knows?" Lenalee smiled. Pentagonal patterns started appearing all over her body. Eshi noticed.
"What are you doing?"
Lenalee looked down. So these are the consequences…they're showing up sooner than I expected. "I'm…breaking." She answered the akuma.
"You mustn't despair." Eshi grinned. "Killing is more fun when they are still squirming."
Lenalee looked up straight into the place where the akuma's eyes should've been if the helmet weren't in the way. "That…won't happen. Because YOU will be the one to die first."
The akuma landed a punch on the girl's face and kicked her away higher up into the sky. It cruelly caught her by the collar before she started falling down again. Lenalee coughed, blood flowed out the side of her mouth. The akuma shook the girl a few more times before letting go. Lenalee started falling like dead weight.
Suddenly, the girl jerked. She twisted her legs and soon a cyclone appeared, heading straight for the akuma. Eshi raised his hand and made a cutting motion, the cyclone split in half. "Pitiful, Eshi cannot be damaged by the likes of you!"
"Forsaken Footwork…"
Eshi sent gravity chains up to the girl. The girl's legs changed. They are now some sort of iron structure with blades poking out here and there. The gravity chains started surrounding the girl. Eshi grinned.
"You're wrong." Lenalee said, calmly. "Because you've just given me the ability to do so." She closed her eyes, the glowing of the Innocence faded and Eshi's chains started wrapping around her tightly.
This is it. This is my final attack.
Desdemona jerked up with a start. She sat up a bit too fast, now she's dizzy. She quickly shook the dizziness away and pulled her stray hair away from her face.
Something is going on. She can feel it. Something is going on and it's going wrong. This time the Innocence didn't tell her anything but she could feel it. The same feeling she got on the train back to the headquarters. The helplessness of witnessing death straight in front of her eyes and not being able to do anything, it wasn't the first time she's felt this. She didn't remember before but after that talk with Allen, she suddenly remembered.
It was the same helpless feeling she felt years ago, when the hope that was so close to reach slipped right out from her grasp and away from sight.
Lenalee…Suddenly, she thought of Lenalee. Lenalee's in danger.
She quickly got up, throwing on her shirt and boots. She bolted down the corridor and barged into Bak's office, unknowingly hitting Wong in the face with the door in the process. Bak looked up with a surprised expression.
Desdemona was out of breath, but she still tried to say what she wanted to say. "Lenalee…"
At the mention of the Chinese girl's name, Bak stood up and walked over to the Eurasian girl.
"Slow down! Slow down Dem!" The suddenly anxious Bak tried to calm the girl down.
"Lenalee is-" Desdemona stopped short. This feeling…
Bak waited.
This feeling…this feeling of energy being drained from her. She's felt this before. However, she had no time to recall.
The world blacked out.
Sorry guys for the late update. There's been so much work to do! Half yearlys to prepare TAT. Anyways, this one's a bit short. I think, compared to my other ones.
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