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∞ 86: Awakening to the stars [action]

[He had awoken before the sun had set, in time to see Yuber attempting to write out his boredom over the journals. Just dealing with that conversation had been exhausting, and he had rested again before finally getting out of his room. And out of the house. How long had he been out and bedridden? Long enough to miss the monsters disappearing and the village being repaired, apparently.

His flowers had been pretty ravaged by the earthquake. He nudges at the broken flowers with his shoe, then ignores them in favor of the slowly blooming moonflowers on the trellises. Something familiar and yet new, after the chaotic happenings. An earthquake, John's recovery, monsters, a stab in the chest... Too much for one month.

He flexes his right gloved hand restlessly, a slight wind picking up as he looks skyward. The clouds would move in soon, and tomorrow would be overcast.

They would block out those damn stars.]

(ooc: I'm baaaaack~ ♥ Albert's AU can be found here.)

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[This reaction results in a pause in the conversation. Albert sets down his cup.]

That was what I was told by her, quite awhile ago now. It was something she was reluctant to share.

I... I see. [She stares down at her own cup.]

[He goes quiet.]

Even between us, memory discrepancy.

I... began to suspect, once we began down this road. I was just hoping it wasn't true.

And there is little way to tell what the truth is, unless our writings have gone unchanged.

Writing ...

That was an option I hadn't considered. The journals aren't usually affected by Shifts, unless they're just being turned on by their own accord. Of course... we haven't really had too many conversations over them for a while now.

Edited 2010-08-21 01:56 (UTC)

With the recent happenings, yes... Subtle differences would be hard to come across, though. The journals won't reveal the finer details that some might need to discern truth from skewed memories.

Exactly. But... it's a start, in any case. That and... continuing to compare recollections.

Reading may offer better evidence, if it's something that should be common knowledge. Such as conversation between you and your companions.

[But he's such a secretive individual, he knows he wouldn't put sensitive personal information in his journals, networked or not.]

... Hm. It depends on what would be considered common knowledge. [Albert isn't the only one with secrets, after all.] But I suppose I won't know until after looking.

... Have you spoken to Caesar at all?

[He's quiet as he considers what to say. He could lie, but it would just delay the inevitable conversation.]

I have. He seems to be affected; his personality is ... not as I remember it to be.

[She lifts her cup to take a small sip of her tea before lowering it, and nodding.]

I've... noticed that myself. Considering the circumstances, we haven't spoken much about the situation to one another. [... Or at all, rather.] It's been tense.

Tense? [His expression becomes a bit darker.] Because of Caesar?

We had... words, a few days before this happened. I had thought we had moved past it, but there have just been these... moments when things haven't seemed right. Once it was evident that you were improving, it got better, but even so ...

He is very overprotective. [Obsessed.] I can only hope he will be placated since I'm awake now.

I've... seen him worried before, but it wasn't anything like this. It just seems darker, somehow. [She shakes her head a little.]

And... you seem to be doing much better than you should be, under the circumstances. So hopefully that will help.

It's an intense protectiveness. [That's really the kindest way to describe it.]

[At the comment of his condition, he looks down at his hands resting on the tabletop.] I had time to recover. [But he does realize that he has been doing a lot for only being awake for a few hours.]

... 'Time'? You were unconscious for a week after a near fatal stabbing injury. Yet you managed to make it out of doors, and now are talking theory with me.

I just heal well in a shorter amount of time. This isn't the first time I have been injured, as you know. [This was nothing like the other times, though. The injuries were either less severe or actually left him in bed longer.]

No, this wasn't the first time. And it was... different. A wound like that... especially once it was treated... you didn't seem to be infected, or had any head trauma, so why would you have been asleep for so long?

[He shakes his head, though he has a feeling he knows what had happened. He had been recovering up until Yuber had perished, and then ... something had happened. Even now, and considering everything going on, he couldn't be certain.]

I don't know. But perhaps I am fortunate not to remember any of it. You said I had worsened.

That's right. You had a high fever, though your body had gotten so cold. Your temperatures... had begun to even out once we moved back here, but even so. [She shakes her head.] It's just not adding up, for me.

... In any case, I am glad that you seem to be recovering well, all of that aside.

Edited 2010-08-21 09:41 (UTC)

[His body struggling against whatever side effects Yuber's death had brought? Or maybe those were the side effects themselves, not as threatening as he had allowed himself to think? There were too many possibilities.]

Thank you. I doubt I could have recovered this well without vigilant care.

... You're welcome. I did the best I could, under the circumstances.

[She lifts her cup again, still contemplating.]

[With the break in conversation, Albert goes back to his sandwich. Depending on how long the silence stretches, he may even finish the meal.]

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