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Another one gone. It hadn't been that long since the neighbour of the person she went to see went away too, about four months time, really.
The scene was the same: no one living in the room anymore, no clothes strewn around, no messy bed... no Roy. Cloche had gone over with some (kind of terrible-looking) food she had made in a basket, maybe thinking to sit outside for a little while with him.
But when she got there and the door was open already...
The basket dropped to the floor, and Cloche would again sit in the room formerly occupied by someone dear to her and cry.
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[After gathering up the food that had spilled in front of Roy's old room in CH4, Cloche might be seen zombie-walking back to her room in CH5, loosely holding a basket full of food. It definitely doesn't look all that great now. To anyone who looks closely, Cloche's eyes are red and puffy, and she's prone to bursts of tears.]
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[After some time in her room, she'll finally muster up the ability to write something. Speaking about it is too hard right now.]
Roy has gone home to Falena.
[And after a pause in writing:]
If you were in his drama group, and would still like to be, please let me know. I'll try to keep it up as long as I can.
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And then they'll all leave! Like everyone always does! I want to be friends too, but I don't want to constantly be sad because they've gone and left me! Why... why don't you understand that...?!
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[Happened Tomorrow...]
-And I'm no good at this either, you know?! I've not had friends 'til very recently! 'Til I got the classmates at the cram school! [...] But I don't think friends are something you oughta be down about because of some stupid made up curse!
[...And now he notices that he's lifted her by the neck off her feet. It's so easy. He's strong and she's... fragile. He lets go, steps back apologetically. He's projecting]
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But once she's let go, Cloche will touch her hand to her throat, taking deep breaths, and just... looking at Rin. That was something she wasn't expecting from him. Ever.]
I'm the exact same...! [cough] Until false land was created, I had no way out. No friends. But we're... obviously different. You... had the ability to make friends at any time though... didn't you? But that's... that's why I want to leave all at once. No one will have to be sad.
[She's silent at the idea that he might be away from his brother, giving him a look of "That's the feeling I have right now and at all times."]
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But he can't stop here. He sits, hanging his head] 'Ve been strong ever since I was small. Too strong... and I got a temper. [As you just saw...]
Long before I got this tail, I had people calling me a demon. I got in fights all the time. It was stupid - I was stupid. 'Course I didn't get close to no one other than my family.
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[She's had this conversation with him before; she told him to stay Rin and don't become anything he isn't. A temper flaring isn't quite that, she's fairly certain. ]
...we're not that different. But why is it that you feel so different about all of this? I don't understand it.
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[This was still frustrating. She was fairly certain they weren't going to agree though.]
...Why did you start to take your sword off of your back?
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Well, there were things she was connected to, beyond the people here. The flowers in the Memory Garden she had planted were one thing. She can sort of understand.]
I don't understand.
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But your sword isn't everything about you... it can't be. Right?
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