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[knightofratatosk]

[Subaru isn't the only one stumbling around shell-shocked after the fight... Emil is on his way home as well, equally shaken despite the fact that he barely knew Doppio. The thought of killing another person, even one like Diavolo, is extremely distressing to him, and although he has no memories of the battle itself he knows that he contributed to it. His injuries are proof enough of that. He's bleeding, but he's too stunned to even really notice that fact right now-- all he wants to do is get home.

Were he thinking logically, he would have tried to be more quiet when he shuts the apartment door behind him. Logic, however, is the last thing on his mind.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

I see.

[the weapons get sheathed again. He's not too happy about the fact that Emil recklessly tried to face Diavolo without his help a second time. But from the sound of things, at least he wasn't alone.]

Any casualties?

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[knightofratatosk]

[He shakes his head.]

Just... Diavolo.

[Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, he's starting to realize that hey, he's in pain. Not to mention tired.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[yeah, no kidding. Richter can tell.]

Good. Then get to bed.

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[knightofratatosk]

[Why hello there, floor. Emil is going to sit on you now.]

... we killed him.

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[you dare disobey the great Richter's orders?]

Yes, you've mentioned that already.

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[knightofratatosk]

[Sorry, Richter, it doesn't seem like he heard them.]

We killed him...

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[cheer up, emo kid! Or is Richter gonna have to slap a bitch?]

Pull yourself together, you weakling.

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[knightofratatosk]

[At this, his head jerks up. Did Richter just call him a weakling again? But... they defeated Diavolo, didn't they?]

Richter...

[Maybe Richter is right.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[he's always right.]

You just defeated a powerful enemy who could've slaughtered dozens of innocent civilians, and you sit here mourning about him? Pathetic.

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[knightofratatosk]

But I... he...

[He's remembering his brief conversation with Doppio. Doppio didn't deserve that fate.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[Does it look like Richter cares about this 'Doppio' guy?]

You did what was necessary to protect the village. Isn't that what you were aiming for?

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[knightofratatosk]

I... y-yes, it was.

[Doesn't mean Emil won't still feel guilty as hell, though.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

Then stop feeling sorry for your enemy and get some rest.

[just look at those narrowed eyes, Emil. He means serious business.]

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[knightofratatosk]

... right.

[Wincing, he reaches up to rub his shoulder... oh, that's right, he's still bleeding.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[annoyed sigh. Then he closes his eyes to cast a spell. It's only half of what it should be, but it'll do the trick for the most part]

... Heal.

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[knightofratatosk]

[He's silent for a moment, looking away.]

T-thank you.

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[still looking down at him. Dammit Emil, you're not bleeding all over my clean kitchen floor.]

Now, for the last time, get to bed.

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[knightofratatosk]

[Without a word he stands and heads towards his bedroom, looking suddenly very tired and not unlike a scolded child.]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[face it Emil, you are a scolded child. And if you get yourself into yet another near-death experience, Richter will not be as forgiving.]

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[knightofratatosk]

[Oh, he's well aware of that, and he's feeling bad enough as it is. Hopefully some sleep will help him feel less like a horrible person...]