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” You know I don’t indulge. “
“Just who said that you have to? I need a company. And we both should be away when they find out that the training room is literally devastated.”
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How could Angeal begin to explain? He sighed before he turned his back, white wings twitching as he exhaled slowly. “I was… but it seems that something has happened and allowed me to return. You’re not going insane again…” Though his current form was incorporeal, he would be able to lead his old friend to where his real body awaited, alive and well. He would wait a moment before he let that information out, however.
“Prove it,” surprisingly it was all he could utter at that moment, despite of his erudition that he was so fond of. But there were too many doubts, too much pain that he still could feel and too much delusions that he experienced to just simply go along with a situation that was far from ordinary.
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Ashen strands befell his greenery, coasting an achroma mien.
” Makes no difference to me. “
“Well, to me it does. I’m leaving now. If you wish to accompany then come with me,” he headed towards the exit.
” To where? “
“How about a pub?”
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nemesisangels sent: Nemesis sees this crimson dress soldier. Curiosity consumes her quiet mind and she waves her hand to him in a gesture of greeting.
At first he didn’t see the girl but a sudden movement grasped his attention. Spotting the unfamiliar girl he just nodded and went back to reading his book.
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And at that time he understood that he had never felt so lonely before.
Cautiously Angeal approached behind the red-clad male. “—-Genesis?”
The ex-SOLDIER slowly lifted his head; his face was reflecting nothing but pain. “Angeal…” he whispered after finally recognising his old friend.
The faintest of smiles crossed Angeal’s chiseled features as he stepped closer to the other man, lowering his head as he saw the pain etched into the other’s visage. “You’re hurt. Tell me what happened?” The close bond of friendship was still intact — Angeal wasn’t completely aware of what had transpired.
“Why are you there? Shouldn’t you be dead?” he ignored his friends question and slowly stood up to look more nobly. Despite of his efforts he swayed a bit on his legs at first but then he managed to stand still with a hint of his usual nonchalance. “Or am I beginning to lose my senses again and you’re just a mere projection of my exhausted mind?”
