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          His mood had shifted from being ready to kill to… 

             He couldn’t tell what was going on. His mind breaking it seemed as he fell to his knees, letting his hands reach for the ground. Tears seemed to come free, blue strands shifting as his head faced down. The question was simply ignored as tears dripped. 

                          “Why does it matter… A second ago my blade
                            was about to eat your n-neck if you do not
                            remember…” 

                What was this broken feeling? There was a hole empty and it had only begun to just hit him. He hadn’t felt this pain of the memories gone by in so long so why now… 

                             “Just get the hell away.” 

           “Uhm…” 

      Well, this was certainly new. Emil wasn’t used to people breaking down upon raising a sword at him. He had attempted to difuse the situation ( or was going to ) but the mentality of this other seemed to help him. Blue strands of hair fell over the other’s eyes, fingers, long and digging into the dirt.

      Shifting a bit closer, knees pressed into the dirt, and Emil sat by. He did not leave, like the other might have wanted.

           “Because … “ It was a slow start, “ you look like
            you’re in p-pain. I don’t like leaving people who
            appear to b-be in so much agony alone … “

      Everyone needed a friend. That was just how life worked. His own hand ( gently, awkwardly ) reached, pressing against the other’s fingers. Warmth in his touch, a slow, timid smile reaching his lips.

           “My name’s Emil. What’s yours?”