[Hymn #43] [Movement] ~Smorzando~

[nightcrossed]

[It's around closing time at Cafe Demois and if any of the remaining customers were taking note, one of the waitresses was not being her usual polite and proper self. Actually, she was being especially quiet. Had she looked anyone in the eye recently or asked if they needed another cup of tea or a coffee? Well, probably not.

In fact, Tear had been scrubbing on the same table for precisely twelve minutes and eighteen seconds. There was the lingering issue of the recent disappearances of several friends to be sure, but there was also that... Well, at least with a little time, she could only assume the latter would simply go away.

She is obviously preoccupied with her thoughts. The table, on the other hand, is a gleaming piece of work. It probably hasn't been this clean in months, if ever. Interrupt? Yes / No]

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[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Hey, as long as they're not talking about her problems, she could keep this up all night.]

It was easy enough to guess without you saying so. You're not so very difficult to figure out.

...Granted, if I had been in your position, I wouldn't have believed me either until I had seen that man for myself.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

Well. Anyway! If he'd seemed off about me before we met, you should have warned me!

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Goes back to scrubbing. Only it's a different table this time.]

By the time I found out, it would have been too late to warn you. In any case, you seem to have come out of it just fine.

[Not that Tear thinks he would have heeded the warning, but she'll be nice and leave that part out.]

I doubt Asch will waste too much of his time being "off about" you, especially when he hasn't remembered anything yet. It's probably for the best that we know more than he does.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

What makes you say that?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying that he's preoccupied with getting off the island.

Ion has helped me piece a few things together, but I can't be certain where Asch fits into everything or whose side he's on.

[For that matter, what side does Tear think she's on, or what sides does she even believe there are?]

Apparently he works for the same organization that I do, serving as one of the God-Generals under the assumed name "Asch the Bloody". Before you ask, I don't know anything about them, and only remembered Asch's name cropping up in a conversation.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

Sigh... Man, the mess just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

It can't be helped. You'll just have to endure it until things begin to make more sense.

[How rude. Don't you know she has a hard time standing up to that sad puppy look of his? Tear's scrubbing slows, and she's watching him with a complicated expression on her face. Well, it's not like she understands what's going on either.]

...

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. However long that'll take.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[At the moment, Tear was very glad she had not dumped everything that she currently knew on Luke. It sure seemed like the noble would need some time to adjust to worrying about things. He must have had a pretty carefree life up until... well, she was assuming it wasn't so very long ago. Amnesia and everything else aside, his concerns had probably been quite basic.

Tear wasn't going to start preaching about how "everything will be okay". It was not her style, but she didn't know precisely what to say to perk the redhead back up.]

...

[Oh, but she was trying to think of something, and finally settled on.]

...thank you for worrying about me.
It seems like you've also had a lot on your mind.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...Too much. If I just had more memories, I...!

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Tear heaved a sigh and folded her arms.]

Talking like that and feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to solve anything. You'll just have to do what you can.

You know even better than I do that there's no way the process of regaining memories can be rushed along.

[Her tone becomes slightly dismissive, although there's obviously a lesson in here.]
So there's someone who has the same face as you... I seem to recall that there were two girls named Sakura that looked strangely similar to one another. Stranger things have happened.

As for someone hating you, it's nothing unusual. It would be unreasonable to think that a person could walk through life without making at least one person despise him.