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o13 ♠ 「accidental voice」
[At first, there's nothing. No video feed, no sound.
Then, after a period of silence, there's the unmistakable sound of something--the Dreamberry--clattering to the ground. Those with sharper hearing might hear shaky breathing, in and out, before it's interrupted by a sound anyone could hear:
While it can't be seen, Dominic turns to the side and throws up, his body still trembling.]
[ooc: Seeing as how Dominic is a little busy being traumatized by the sight of Anemone's dismembered head, he will likely not be answering any replies. o/;]
Then, after a period of silence, there's the unmistakable sound of something--the Dreamberry--clattering to the ground. Those with sharper hearing might hear shaky breathing, in and out, before it's interrupted by a sound anyone could hear:
While it can't be seen, Dominic turns to the side and throws up, his body still trembling.]
[ooc: Seeing as how Dominic is a little busy being traumatized by the sight of Anemone's dismembered head, he will likely not be answering any replies. o/;]
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I'll drop an anonymous note to a local officer about your apartment, and whenever you're ready, report Vincent Nightray. You asked me to keep an eye on Estelle Sidos, right? She needs to know, as well as the police so that she can be better protected. If there is anyone else, mention it as well. He's made his move: we shouldn't dawdle.
[That said, he extends a hand in front of Dominic's face and switches back to a quieter demeanor, now that he's laid out the list of things to do quite clearly in front of them.] Can you stand? It's fine if you need more time, but the couches at the Hotel would definitely be more comfortable.
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[Because it's like he's ten years old again, watching his parents die, but he knows that this isn't as bad. It might be his fault, whereas the war wasn't, but it's better than having everything ripped away from him again when he's barely old enough to understand what's going on. The dead can't be brought back to life, and nothing he does now will change that. He's always known that, ever since he lost everything--his home, his family--and had to work to replace it all.
He didn't give up when his parents died, or when the loneliness threatened to break him. He didn't give up when he realized the colonel's true motives and that everything he knew and fought for was a damn lie, or when Anemone fell into a coma and he finally understood how powerless he truly was.
"To choose what to lose and what to keep... that choice--if you're lucky--is up to you."
It's not what he'd have chosen, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And he hasn't fallen apart yet, has he?
(Somewhere, he acknowledges that he's never exactly had the time to, with everything that was going on in his world, but it's hardly as if he has time now. Maybe, when it's all over, can he finally allow himself to cry over everything that's happened. He doubts he will, though.)
He's not going to give up now--he can't, and he doesn't need Minato to tell him that.
Taking Minato's hand, he stands up. He refuses to let Vincent win. That hasn't changed.]
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and if he had a Persona right now it would have just gained a new and more powerful formand despite everything that still clouded his friend's eyes, behind it all, he could see a quiet but seething resolve. Still, even if he may just be burying the sorrow now, he's not denying any of it - merely putting it aside for later, once he finishes with what he has to do.]Then we'll get on it once you've recovered. [Because don't deny that some rest and time-off to pull yourself back together will definitely do you good.] Ready to keep on going?
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... Break's going to rub this in his face the next time they talk, isn't he? But Dominic can handle him, at least.]
Yeah. I am.
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You do that. In the meanwhile. Minato'll start poking around Nightrays and associates' acquaintances too to fill his share of the load. 8|b]
Glad to hear it. This way, then: senpai's bringing dinner home tonight. Let's not be late, or there won't be any food left.
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All right.
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...Well, he can hope! 8|; Either way, with a nod and a soft hum, he begins to lead the way again back to Dusk. Meet the family, Dominic. (http://community.livejournal.com/somarium/709034.html) :3c]