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[These days, it's unusual for Emil to return home from one of his patrols before nightfall. Not that he's really found anything (except for other people who have the same idea as him), but he's not about to stop doing it until these kidnappings stop and everyone is returned. It at least gives him some way to feel slightly less useless.

Today, however, the door to House 20 opens in the middle of the afternoon, and Emil comes in, closing the door quietly behind him. He's a good deal less perky than usual, too. The sound of his footsteps indicates that he's heading for the stairs; then, as if thinking better of it, he comes back, poking his head into the living room.]

Hey, Richter, would you mind getting something from the store for dinner? I don't really feel like cooking anything tonight.

[And he's gone almost as soon as he's said this, this time actually going upstairs.]

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O-oh.

[Emil sighs again and huddles down further under the blankets. He's grasping at straws here and he knows it; anything to help make sense of this. He doesn't want to believe that there's no reason behind it, that it's just completely at random. That's even more frightening.]

I just thought... n-never mind.

[Richter runs a quick hand through Emil's hair, before wearily pushing himself to his feet again. If the kid's sick, there's no point in worrying him even more.]

Get some rest.

[Rest sounds awfully tempting right now. But there's one thing that's been weighing on his mind ever since he spoke to Tenebrae...]

Hey, Richter... Tenebrae said that in the future, there's a way for me to separate from Ratatosk. Do you know anything about that?

[He pauses for a moment. Separate from Ratatosk?]

I don't think that's quite correct. If he's referring to the method I think he is, it's more like sealing Ratatosk away inside yourself.

Maybe that's what he meant... so you mean it's possible? I can really be me without having to worry about Ratatosk?

[There is a note of hope to his voice.]

[Aww, he can't crush Emil's spirits. Not when he's sick like this. But.. he can't give him false hope, either.]

It might not be possible here in Luceti.

Then... when I get back home, once we've awakened all of the Centurions, I'll find a way to do it. That way Ratatosk won't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

[And that way, Richter can't call him a monster anymore.]

[Nice try, Emil. But Richter already knows what happens when all the Centurions are finally awakened. By that time, the seal on Ratatosk is actually voluntarily broken again, so it's really the other way around.]

If you feel that's the best way to handle things, then go ahead.

You'll help me, right?

[His assumption is that Richter wants Ratatosk to be stopped too, for obvious reasons.]

Have you already forgotten? I'm from a later time period than you. Unless you somehow manage to change the past, I won't be able to help you.

... oh.

[Yeah, he'd kind of forgotten about that. Now, of course, that means he's worrying about an entirely different set of things, such as that little encounter during the last experiment. Is that what's going to happen when he gets back?]

Now get some rest.

[With that, he turns to leave again. Richter may be trying to look out for Emil's best interests, but he's the most un-reassuring person one could have the misfortune of encountering.]

O-okay.

[He's gotten used to Richter's lack of tact by now; it's certainly nothing new to him. Still, every now and then, he does find himself wishing that the other would be just a little more comforting...

Regardless, he'll just curl up under the blankets again and try to stifle a sneeze.]

Good night.

[There's a soft click as the door is closed. Right now, Richter's mostly wondering about dinner. Pizza probably isn't good for a sick person, nor is his own cooking. Wasn't there a restaurant in the village? They might have healthy take-out food. It's worth looking into, anyway.]

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