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[anima_sorrow]

Characters : Yeshua and you
Setting: Floor 25 and everywhere else
Format: Prose but will follow
Summary: Yeshua is back on the tower after six months spent on his dead homeworld. Depression, but he'll hide it. Forever.
Warnings: None.


Floor 25 (Meadow)
Yeshua had woken up in the tower many months ago, and while he had thought there was nothing worst than this tower, six months spent alone on his dead homeworld… Well, let's say it made the tower look like a much better place than the first time. He’d rather be anywhere else than on his dead homeworld, alone for months, with nothing to do but… Think about his mistakes, those who died, those he couldn’t save, what he didn’t do. But it wasn’t time for depression, not just now.

He was pretty sure there were new floors since last time he had visited the tower, and this one was probably one of them. A nice one at that. He took a flower and looked at it. … It reminded him of a certain someone, who had been there but he hadn’t found back. And she had been the only bright thing in this tower. He looked at it quite… sadly, with melancholy, and explored the floor some more.
Everywhere Else
Yeshua will be exploring most the new floors, paying attention to new things, most particularly to the music. He’ll only be passing briefly by the old floors, as he already explored them in the past. Oh, and he’ll probably be spending some time in his dorm, looking through his trunk and… Trying to put some order in the mess that is his mind at the moment.

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Meadow

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This was her place, lately. She went there at least once a day and just sat among the flowers, relaxing and trying to ignore that gnawing, empty feeling she'd had since waking up. Today though, she could feel someone was already there when she stepped onto that floor.

A familiar someone. Someone she had thought was dead. She grabbed at the skirt of her dress and ran through the meadow until she spotted him. He'd probably had only tree seconds warning, from the sound of her feet in the grass before she throws her arms around him. Hopefully not tackling him to the ground.

"Y-Yeshua! I thought I'd never see you again!"

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The three seconds weren't enough. He had lost her twice. When he got her back in the tower it was nothing short of a miracle, and so his hope to find her back again were slim- Very slim. So yup, tackling him to the ground, the surprise is too great for him to react so quickly. It was... Beautiful. Maybe he should have expected it, but he look at her with all the surprise in the world.

"Mary...?"

He smiled at her though, after a few seconds. He too, had thought he'd never see her again, so he lightly laid a hand against her cheek, just... Looking at her, silently.

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She'll just bury her face against his chest, holding onto him tightly and trying not to cry. And probably tighten her arms around him, knowing that she couldn't hurt him this way, then start crying against him. Still holding on until she could make herself stop.

"Yeshua... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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He looked down at her with sadness, but didn't say a word for a moment. He knew trying to tell her not to cry would be... not helpful, at all. Right now at least. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and smoothed her hairs with his other hand.

"Mary..." he said softly "Why are you sorry...?"

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"I should have activated Zarathustra. I shouldn't have let KOS-MOS stop me." It was her fault.

Or, at least, partly her fault. Or mostly. Depended on how you looked at it. And she was coming to terms with that, no matter how many people tried to tell her otherwise. Yeshua might be able to convince her but it was doubtful.

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He just holds her against him awhile.Then he speaks softly and try to look at her.

"No, it was not your fault, Mary." he said quietly "I've been to our homeworld... What remains of it. That's not how the destruction was meant to happen. Nothing, not even ruin should have remained."

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"... What? That... shouldn't be possible." It should all be gone. What else could have destroyed it? Still, activating Zarathustra would have prevented that as well. So... blaming herself still and shaking her head.

"It was."

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He shakes his head.

"No, it was not."

He pauses and pick the best words to comfort her. Something she, hopefully, won't be able to counter.

"Even if you had started Zarathustra, it affects only our lower domain. Whatever it is that destroyed our universe came from the outside, Zarathustra wouldn't have changed that."

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She just holds onto him tighter than ever, face still buried against his chest. It's... too hard for her to think that it wasn't her fault. She spent so much time blaming herself since she woke up here that it's hard to consider it another way.

So she just won't reply and keep holding onto him.

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He won't bother her, just holding her for a while and slowly, softly rubbing her back.

But then he tries to lift her face up, because. He can't let her drown in sadness, moreso for something she didn't do.

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Mary's pretty resistant at first, until she's sure she won't cry anymore, then she lets him lift her face. Her eyes are probably pink and a little puffy.

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"It's not your fault."

He looks at her. He's... sad, very sad to see her like. She should never be like that.

"Don't guilt yourself. You've done everything you could, but not even Wilhelm could have stopped this Mary."

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"How can you know that for sure, Yeshua? Neither of us seem to have any recollection of what happened, we can't know." And yet, she is that sad.

Having him here was that much better already, though. She would gladly give up anything to be able to spend more time with hi like this, sans the depression.

Dorm

[temptestament]

Even though he didn't need to sleep, Allen found the relative privacy of his dorm made a better place to sit and think than the rest of the tower. So that's where he was when he felt a familiar but subtly strange presence approach. More reason, he hoped, to believe that his universe was intact. Wouldn't Yeshua fade if there was no longer a universe to act as the failsafe for?

But that was a thought for later. As the seemingly young boy opens the door, he'll find the Brown Testament sitting on the edge of one of the beds and watching for a moment before speaking up in a very familiar voice.

"Yeshua...you too."

Re: Dorm

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Last thing Yeshua expected to see upon returning to his dorm was a Testament. Especially not a brown one he'd never seen before. Immediate conclusion lead to think Wilhelm was at it once more and things were more complicated than what they looked like.

But... This one felt different. And his voice... It reminded him of someone, but he couldn't just say who at the moment. He stared suspiciously at the Testament and spoke quietly. It was obviously someone he knew, and he wanted to know-

"... Who are you?"

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"You don't recognize me?" That didn't make any sense...true, he didn't exactly have frequent contact with Yeshua, but he should know the identites of all of the Testaments. Then again, not much made sense here. He frowned as he reached up and took the mask off.

"It's me, Allen."

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"... Allen?"

He opens wider eyes and stares at him. That... wasn't right. Wilhelm... No, thinking to it, Wilhelm wouldn't have made more Testaments. Not after what happened last time. And the 'you don't recognize me' part...

"What happened to you?"

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"Nothing's happened to me...well, except for ending up here.*

He drops the mask, letting it disappear as it leaves his hand, and gestures around the room in annoyance. It's pretty clear he's not too happy with his situation, but also confused by what Yeshua is saying.

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"It's not what I mean."

He pauses and looks quietly at Allen. He's not sure what's more worrying, Allen being a Testament or him acting as though this was the most natural thing in the world.

"How did you become a Testament?"

[temptestament]

To him, it was perfectly natural. He'd been dropped in at the deep end of the supernatural pool, but that was a long time ago. Now it was just part of his life...inasmuch as you could say a dead man had a life.

"Protecting Ms. Uzuki, three years ago. I took an attack from the KOS-MOS archetype for her and Wilhelm intercepted me after I died."

It was still a painful memory, both literally and figuratively. Not only did thinking about it generally cause him to vividly remember the pain of his death injury, but he had also lost a good deal that day, despite not ceasing to exist.

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"... That's not right."

Yet he can feel Allen is not lying to him. It's not his type, and he'd have whatsoever no reason to lie to him. But on the other hand- That cannot be the truth. He has perfect memories and this is certainly not what happened.

"Kevin died then and became his Testament. Not you."

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What. He can't help but star for a second before shaking his head.

"That's what Kevin planned, but...I wasn't supposed to be there that day."

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"It worked as he planned it, Allen."

He just doesn't know what to make of that. It didn't really make any sense, unless... Something he wasn't ready to believe just yet.

"What did Wilhelm do to you?"

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"He told me Ms. Uzuki would still need my help and offered me a chance to come back and make more of a difference."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on the back of his folded hands with a sad, thoughtful expression.

"I couldn't just stay dead knowing it would leave her in danger, so I accepted, although that's already obvious."

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"... It sounds like him."

Except that it is not what happened. That's... Wrong. He looks down at Allen and speaks softly.

"But that's not what happened. Kevin died, and became the Red testament. You remained alive and saved Shion from him".