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[They're special Oder, if the sweet bean paste inside is any indication. Chances are pretty good that Gilbert spent a difficult and slightly flustered afternoon yet again trying to understand a food Yosuke was describing to him. But there it is anyway, the finished product. An pan, with sesame and a few locust buns, lucky eggs and all.]

[Yosuke stirs, but doesn't wake. He mumbles something in his sleep, but it's nothing intelligible.]

[It looks pretty good. She doesn't reach for it though, and instead looks at Yosuke.

...After a few more moments, Nill sighs slightly. He wouldn't leave if she just left him here. He might think she wasn't there, but he'd probably break into her bedroom just to be sure of that.

She reaches over, and lightly touches his shoulder, nudging it. Trying not to startle him. She's not sure she could wake someone up with the way she can talk, alas.]

[Attempting not to startle Yosuke these days is a frustrating experience. He snorts awake and flails, kicking out instinctively at who knows what, and landing himself in a heap on the floor. As if that weren't embarrassing enough, he scurries backwards until he hits his head on the table. It's at that point that he finally stops, confused and panting slightly. He rubs at his head and blinks dumbly up at Nill. Oh...right.]

Ow. Mmf. Mornin.

[Yeah, she thought it might not work. Nill pulls her hand back to herself, and wait until he's calmed down and settled. Sorry, bro, she wouldn't have done it, but not doing it meant waiting for you to get up.]

Morning.

[Though honestly, she doesn't really know what time of the day it is. She hasn't been paying attention.]

[Morning is long gone, in fact, but it was the first thing out of his mouth, a leftover habit from some other life. It takes him a minute to orient himself enough to make it off the floor, but eventually he tugs himself up into one of the chairs with his good arm. Oof. Sleeping on tables leaves sore spots, apparently. At least he probably wasn't out for too long.]

Sorry. My hand was full, so I couldn't knock.

[It's half true, but mostly he just considers everything but the bedrooms here public domain, since it's all shared. Even he belobged here once, sort of. At any rate, it doesnt seem that intrusive to him. If there are even still others here. It feels so empty...]

It's fine.

[She knows Chane and Claire are still here, but as for anyone else... It really does feel empty.

Nill doesn't really think she wants to stay here, though. All she sees when she looks out into the halls are ghosts that don't exist anywhere anymore. She leans against one of the chairs a little.]

Why are you here?

[She doesn't mean for it to come out sounding harsh, but it might, just the slightest bit. When she realizes that she frowns. ...It hasn't been that long, but she already looks like she hasn't slept in weeks, and her eyes are blood shot. ...she might be high. Maybe.]

[Yosuke ignores the tone like a pro. It's true that people get irritated with him sometimes, but it seems best not to acknowledge it.]

Breakfast? Or...maybe it's dessert. Anyway, Gil-San made them just for you, so you'll have to at least try them.

[A slight pause. She hadn't really known that Gilbert could baked. Maybe she'd known it in passing, but not that it was to this extent..]

You'll have to thank him for me.

[Reaching over for the bag the pastries are in to pull one out. There aren't any ribbons in her hair today, either, and there are almost always ribbons in her hair.]

Sure. I will. Anyway, he didn't mind at all.

[Yosuke takes that as a positive sign, and jumps up to put the tea on. He knows the kitchen here just as well as the one in his own place anyway. It's obvious that Nill isn't alright, but it's expected. How could she be? She's lost everything, now.]

[If Yosuke looks a bit exhausted too, it's his own doing. He's been to Uryuu's already, and his plans to keep bouncing back and forth are extensive. They've both been there for him when he needed them, and now, he's going to be there for them whether they like it or not. Anyway, it's best to keep busy. Holding still is the real misery. That's when things start to sink in. And just maybe he can give Nill a few hours where there's something else to think about.]

I'm making green, alright? It's the best match for those.

[Nill doesn't react to that thought - either because she thinks he's wrong, or she already knows it - and moves to sit down, taking a bite out of the pastry. It was good, but it didn't feel like she could really taste it properly.]

Okay.

[She'd been keeping herself busy at first. First with going to the hunting grounds, and fighting darkness monsters, but... she was exhausted now, and though she didn't want to sleep, she couldn't stay outside.

At least, she hadn't gone into that sort of thinking yet.]

[It's a bit of a juggling act with just one hand, but he manages. The water ends up in the kettle, and he puts it on to heat. He wracks his mind for something to say that won't make them both want to throw up, but it's kind of difficult. This is the only thing that's happened lately-Shika is gone. So far no amount of searching for remains or standing around in empty baseball diamonds hopefully has changed that. Even daring to venture out and look around at night...nothing. There was just nothing. Almost like he'd never been there at all. And that thought really is sickening. Yosuke hurries to change the subject.]

It was nice out today. Sunny. A nice temperature, not so chilly. I still can't believe how different the summers are here to the ones at home.

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[Nill begins to look a little green around the gills when Yosuke starts thinking about Shika - or the lack of him really - and quickly takes another bite out of her pastry, trying to drown the sound out. She doesn't want to think about that. Can't. If she thinks about how there's nothing of him left in this world, as if he had never existed in the first place, she won't be able to bear it.]

It gets chilly here a lot.

[The small talk seems so empty though that she doesn't really feel like trying to keep it up. She's not sure when she ate last though, so the pastries at least are nice.]

I don't think it's ever warmed up at all. Where I came from, your clothes would just stick to you all summer.

[Okay, so that's gross. But it's still better. Yosuke's hand shakes a bit when he sets out a teacup for Nill. After a moment's consideration, he takes out a second one, too. Nill is easier to talk to than Uryuu, but harder not to say the wrong thing to. He has to watch his thoughts around her, too. But at least she's giving the pastry a go. It's lucky that Gilbert is getting used to making foods he's never heard of, because the protein disguised as filling in those pastries is no mistake. He definitely wouldn't expect her to have been eating much for her own sake. But Nill had always seemed more likely to do things for someone else's sake anyway. He really would have to thank Gilbert for that.]

I walked into a light pole earlier. Just didn't notice it and walked smack into it. It kind of hurt, and a bunch of people stared.

[It probably won't get a laugh like it might on a good day, but at least it's not a story about sweating a lot.]

It must get really hot.

[It isn't something she can imagine. Nill has always lived in cold places. It was a norm - in her own world, it wasn't even something that ever changed. You were never really hot there, ever. Seasons just didn't exist there. Nill closes her eyes, and she recalls one of the flickers of memories she saw in Davesprite's head. A rooftop towering high in the sky, the sun close enough to touch, everything hot enough to burn. It didn't seem close to what Yosuke was talking about, but it was probably closer than anything she'd personally experienced.

But remembering Davesprite makes her shudder, because he's gone too. Everyone is gone, now, and she doesn't have a single thing left. It's just her, and there's no one left to confirm her memories. To make sure they were real. To tell her they remembered (or couldn't remember) the same things she did or didn't remember, or to understand the experiences she'd been through.

She was all alone, and Shika was dead, and he was a liar.

"Always here", he said.

Liar.

Try as she might, though, Nill couldn't really be mad at Shika. Mostly she was just heart broken, because Shika was gone, and he probably wouldn't be coming back this time.]

You should be more careful. You'll break your nose again.

[She sets her pastry down on a napkin, mostly eaten, and reaches for the teacup. If it's empty she'll just spin it lightly with her fingers.

She doesn't smile, though, and she doesn't laugh. Most of her movements seem oddly mechanical, like she's not really behind them, not really thinking about it. Running on autopilot, or at least trying to. She's a little too tense for it to be perfect, but god if she isn't trying.]

Totally miserable.

[He confirms, though there's almost something wistful in it. The seasons here blend together, it's so temperate. Nothing like home at all. Except that it is home these days. His old life almost doesn't seem real. It was definitely never as crazy as any of this.]

[Yosuke sees Nill playing with the cup and remembers about the tea. Oops...He grabs it-ow! Right. Hot, of course it's hot. He knew that. He tries again, this time using a towel so he won't get burned, and pours the water over the tea leaves. It shouldn't take long to steep.]

Yeah, I guess so. I'll try to pay more attention.

[It's obvious to Yosuke that Nill's not engaged by the conversation. There's a hundred little tells that give it away. But he can't blame her for that. Who cares about his stupid face, anyway? It's just a distraction. He stills her cup long enough to put some tea in it for her, and tries to come up with another one.]

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[She holds the cup even while Yosuke pours the tea, despite him also steadying it.

She knows that she should be more compassionate. She hasn't stopped listening to him - she rarely does now that he speaks to her telepathically so often now - but the more she listens, the less she feels capable of empathizing with any of it. Mostly it just makes her sadder; She'd never stopped failing him, and now he was miserable too. He was questioning, even slightly, whether or not his last life was real, and that would only get worse over time.

Her expression falls a little though, and she finally looks up at him again properly. Where before she just looked old and tired, now she looks miserable.]

Don't do that. Please. I do care, I just...

[She ducks her head and looks into her tea cup. Her hands have started trembling, and she pulls them away from the cup to put one hand over the other to try to make them still again while she takes a deep breath.

She couldn't do this.]

Hey...

[The tea gets set aside and forgotten, and he grabs one of Nill's hand in his own. Crap. He's just upsetting her, and that's the opposite of what he's trying to do. He knows she can hear him thinking, but it hadn't occurred to him that taking a shot at himself might send a ricochet her way. What a stupid thing to do.]

I didn't mean that. Okay? I just-you know I have a big mouth.

[Even if he hadn't actually said it out loud. But 'a big brain' didn't work, either. He sighs a little, and then remembers that he's not supposed to be sighing in front of her.]

Do you...uh. Do you want to talk? I could be the one who listens this time.

[If Nill had her way, he'd never take shots at himself. But alas - things just don't really work that way, and stopping him from thinking that way is all but impossible.

She shakes her head almost immediately to his offer, but she doesn't pull his hand away from his. She feels horrible for this. He isn't supposed to be the one looking after her, she's supposed to look after him. That's how it's supposed to be now.]

I can't.

[Her voice is unusually small in his head, as if she can't really bring herself to say it. It might be a mumble, if mumbles could feel miserable and alone and grey.]

It won't bring him back.

[He's pretty sure he can actually feel his heart break at that. He's been wrong all this time, thinking Nill was frail. She's been so strong, through so much shit, for so long. But at some point, it's just too much to ask of someone. Maybe she needs permission to let herself hurt, or maybe she's forgotten how, or maybe she's just afraid she'll get lost in it. But he's not going to let that happen, no matter what. If she needs help, he'll help her. If she gets lost, he'll find her. That's all there is to that.]

No. But you have to let it out somehow.

[No. No, Nill is pretty sure Yosuke was right. She's too frail. Too weak. If she'd been stronger, if she could have done it better - anything better - maybe Shika would have asked for her help. Maybe he wouldn't have gone alone. Maybe, by some miracle, he would still be here-- or, she thinks more selfishly, she'd be with him, and maybe she wouldn't have to feel at all then.

She lifts a hand to her mouth, and shakes her head again. Her hands are still trembling, and so are her wings, shaking slightly down to the tips of her feathers. She's trying so hard not to cry.]

It won't bring him back.

[It never does. She cried for days and weeks and months whenever someone she loved was gone. She never really stopped crying, and it never, ever brought them back, no matter how much she wished it would.

It never made them stay with her, either.]

[There's no real argument for that. It's true, he knew that even before he came to this place where people disappear left and right. Crying over someone won't bring them back. That's not why you do it. You do it because you can't help yourself. Because it hurts, and if you don't, everything turns off. That stillness, that emptiness he was so afraid of in the hospital when he was medicated-he's pretty sure that's what happens if people stop letting themselves feel sad about things. And he definitely can't let that happen to Nill.]

[Yosuke crouches down in front of her. He doesn't take his hand away from hers- for the first time ever he's glad he broke his dominant arm. That makes it easier. He warns her first, because these days he understands shying away from being touched unexpectedly -I'm going to hug you. Or try, anyway- and then he does.]

[He folds the plastered arm around her tiny shoulders, and rests his cheek on the top of her head. It's a bit pathetic, but it's the best he can manage. And it feels important, somehow. He's pretty sure she really needs it.]

[Nill stills a little when Yosuke hugs her, but she doesn't pull away, and she doesn't push him away, either. It takes her all of a second to really start shaking, like she's trying to hold some tidal wave at bay that only she can see, and she's just not strong enough anymore.

It wasn't like she could ever get over the loss of Shika. He'd been everything to her for so long. When they started - really started - there was only the three of them, her, Shika, and Yosuke. Naruto came along a little later, and they were four. They stayed four for a long time, too... no matter how many people around them disappeared, or died. Even when they all started changing into people they didn't recognize anymore.

Then Yosuke died, and Naruto disappeared, and Shika was the only one she had left. Everyone else she had cared about before then was gone. So she tried to stay content knowing that at least Shika was there with her. She saw him when she looked up at the sky, or when the sun was shining. He was there whenever she smelled someone smoking a cigarette, or saw a picture of a deer. She owed the fact that she was even here to him and him alone. If she was the sky, then her millions of stars and sun and moon were gone, and Shika was the last thing left - the clouds, even though neither of them could see much anymore, and all their colors were gone - and now she was just empty. There was nothing left inside of her except these giant, gaping holes.]

He should have made it to the end. He deserved it.

[Yeah. She remembered that jab Yosuke had made; it was meant for himself, naturally, but now she was just angry about it, because he was wrong and that was bullshit. But she doesn't sound angry, she just sounds pitiful.

Her voice is quiet though, and her shoulders have started jerking with suppressed sobs. She leans into him just the slightest bit because it's too hard, and she can't fight.

Now more than anything, she wanted to go home. Back to that crowded apartment in that city that stole away their real lives.

They should have died with that city. It would have been kinder than this.]

[Yosuke sucks in a sharp breath at that comment. She might as well have actually punched him in the gut, for how well the comment lands. It's the second time in a handful of minutes that something he's said about himself has been turned around like that, and even he can't help but admit that aimed at anyone else it's an awfully venomous thing to say.]

[He sighs, rib still not taking well to being expanded that way, and tips his face down, almost trying to hide it in Nill's hair. He stays that way for a brief moment, and then shakes himself out of it. No. He can't soften on her now. She needs him to hold her up. She'd never ask, but she needs a wall to lean against for a while. So he straightens up again, and tucks her back under his chin. He kinda deserved that anyway, and he knows it.]

The end doesn't happen here. I was wrong, alright? That's...he was still fighting. That's all that counts, right? If you get up every time someone knocks you down, you still don't lose. You d-

[Die with honor, but he can't even say it. Some wall he is. But if he doesn't blink, and the tears don't fall, maybe it'll still be enough. Maybe he can at least be a fence for her.]

[Nill hadn't entirely meant to hurt Yosuke with the comment (she likes to think she hadn't, but she probably had, because sometimes he needs someone to punch him and she doesn't have it in her to do it most of the time, didn't back then either), but it's still a little nicer to listen to his reaction than her own thoughts. Her own thoughts are just full of sadness; nothing she wants to deal with right now, let alone ever.

Yosuke never seems to understand that Nill is a terrible person, and maybe he needs to learn that some day. ...Just not today.]

Does it matter how it happened?

[She shudders, and there are tears running down her cheeks. She's never understood the idea of honor. Honor didn't keep you alive. Honor didn't save you from terrible situations.

Honor, frankly, was shit.]

He's gone.

[Maybe he was dead - and for them, that would be the best thing that could happen. Maybe he just didn't exist anymore, and nothing could ever hurt him again. Or, maybe he's still out there somewhere, trapped in some new hell. She doesn't know, has no way of knowing, but anyone that thinks he just "went home" is an idiot.

It didn't matter though, because even if he didn't exist, even if he didn't have to hurt ever again, even if he got the best ending-- he still wasn't there with her, and he never would be again.

It's fine if Yosuke is a fence, though. She doesn't need him to be as strong as a wall, wouldn't even expect that of him. She just-- needs him to stay there, so she can wrap her arms around him and sob against him.]

He promised me, and now he's gone.

[A flare of anger runs through Yosuke, hot and bright and surprisingly intense. But it dies out almost immediately, snuffed under the cold cloak of grief and regret. Whatever the hell Shika did, Yosuke is pissed at him. Furious. But if the guy were standing there right now-]

[That thought is oddly disorienting. It doesn't feel all that long ago -and yet it feels like forever- that Shika was standing there. Holding Yosuke, not that differently from how he's holding Nill right now, while his world fell apart. No matter what, Shika would always be a hero to him. So he shoves the anger down and away, and does his best to set the grief aside too.]

[The best thing he can do right now is this. When Nill finally starts to let herself cry, Yosuke sends some love her way. Not the huge bursts that he sometimes accidentally throws at her, but more like the calmness she gave to him when he needed it after the hunt. A gentle, unobtrusive feeling. Because Nill needs to be sad, she can't just bottle it up or push it away. But when she needs to come up for air, there will be something for her to grab hold of, too. So he sits there, and holds her, and lets her hold him, and he thinks love at her. It's all he knows to do.]

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Mmm locust buns. Thanks, autocorrect.

delicious and good for you!

Lots of protein.

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