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[Once again, it's the middle of the night, and once again Emil is having trouble sleeping. This time it's not dreams that are disturbing him, but the constant presence of the ghostly figures of his parents. Even though they've talked and come to an understanding (and how surreal that entire conversation was), he still can't help but be bothered by everything this experiment has forced him to acknowledge and confront, both about himself and about those close to him. It's no surprise that sleep isn't coming easily to him right now.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens them again to find... someone he did NOT want to see again. Letting out a startled, frightened yelp, he jumps, falling right off his bed and knocking his journal off the nightstand in the process. It falls open to record his next words.]

Y-you... no... go away... go away! We killed you, you're dead... you're not real...

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[Well, that sure made him feel better. Even though he knows it's true, he still feels guilty about it.]

...

If you'd rather stood back and watched the man slaughter half the population, it's too late. You've already acted and stopped him from doing that. Do you regret it?

[He lifts his head to look at Richter, green eyes wide in the darkness.]

I... no, I don't. I don't think...

Then pull yourself together.

[blunt Richter is very blunt, but it's really the only way he knows to 'cheer Emil up'.]

[He's silent for a moment, pulling his knees closer to his chest. Of course, Diavolo takes this opportunity to call Emil weak and a coward, which only serves to make him curl up even more.]

...

[oh, honestly. Now Richter's under the impression Emil's barely listening to him.]

Are you just going to sit there all night?

... I can't sleep.

[Not with Diavolo around, anyway... the guy may be a ghost, but it's still pretty creepy to have the ghost of your dead opponent taunting you and bleeding all over.]

[but you won't be able to get rid of Diavolo. He'll be there until the experiment is over.]

At least do something productive with your time.

L-like what?

[It's the middle of the night, Richter, what is there to do?]

Doesn't matter, as long as it's quiet. Unlike you, I can sleep.

[boy, this guy is really fond of his naps, isn't he?]

[Emil is perfectly willing to sit there all night to avoid falling asleep if that's what it takes; having Diavolo around is creeping him out terribly.]

Then I'll just... stay here.

[wait, what's this? Is this pity Richter is feeling?]

...

[he wants to say something remotely helpful, but nothing comes to mind. So he'll just try and retreat into his room, then.]

[But if Richter goes, that means he'll be all alone out here with his ghosts, and... that thought isn't sounding very appealing right now.]

Um...

[pause]

... Yes?

Can I stay in your room?

[Not about to ask to share a bed again, even though he wouldn't mind...]

[Richter's eyes shift to his own 'visitor' for a second, then back at Emil. He knows that the second he lets the kid into his room, Diavolo will follow. But to leave him out here like this...]

Fine.

[and he stands back to hold the door open for Emil.]

[And that's enough to get a smile out of the kid, small and shaky though it may be.]

Thank you!

[He climbs to his feet and enters the room, glancing around until his eyes fall upon the single chair in the corner. That will do; he'll sit in that for the time being.]

[meanwhile, Richter climbs back into bed, ignoring the look all those ghosts are giving him, including the spirit of his own. This experiment had better be over soon.]

[As he promised, Emil is quiet, but it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to stay awake. He keeps starting to nod off, only to shake his head rapidly in an attempt to keep himself awake.]

[you can fall asleep in the chair if you want, Emil. Richter won't mind and the ghosts can't hurt you.]

[Finally he just can't stay awake any longer. Screw the ghosts, he's out like a light... at least, until he tilts a little too far to one side and falls right out of the chair with a yelp, bringing the chair down to the floor with him.]

Ow!

[Richter, who had just drifted back off to sleep, wakes with a start. His eyes peer into the darkness of the room to see two ghosts and... Emil on the floor. A few seconds later, he gets a nasty suspicion of what just happened.]

...

[Uh-oh, now he woke Richter up too. Definitely going to be scolded for this one...]

I-I'm sorry!

It seems to me like you can sleep perfectly fine.

... b-because you're here.

[He's more than a little embarrassed to be admitting that, but it's true. Somehow he just feels safer with Richter around.]

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