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[It was over. Everything was over now. And once again, much as it was after they had dealt with Diavolo, Emil finds himself limping back home, exhausted and in pain and vaguely sick at the realization that they'd had to kill Zelman to end all of this. Although he wasn't the one who struck the killing blow, it still distresses him to know that he played a role in the whole thing. At least everyone is safe now... right? He takes his journal out and opens it to ask.]

I-is everyone all right? It's... we stopped Zelman. It's over now... [His voice is tired, shaky, with a slight note of disbelief.]

[Now he just hopes he can make it home without collapsing first.]

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[He's trying, really he is, but it's getting hard for him to walk now.]

I-I need to sit down for a little...

Alright.

[he lowers Emil onto the stairs so the boy can sit down on one of the steps.]

[He's grateful for the chance to rest-- leaning back, he takes a few deep breaths, then winces as that causes a sharp pain to shoot through his side where Jade's Ground Dasher spell had wounded him earlier. Of course, he tries to hide the flinch before Richter can see it.]

[you can't hide anything from Richter. Emil should know that]

Where does it hurt?

I-I'm fine!

Don't lie. Lying is for criminals.

[sdkjfdgdfh]

I-I'm not a criminal!

[Still, he hesitates for a moment before pointing to his side.]

[he holds a hand next to Emil's side. Fourth time today he's using that spell, now. He's setting a wonderful record for himself.]

Heal.

[When the warmth recedes, so too does the pain... well, somewhat, at least. It no longer feels like he's being stabbed with each breath.]

... I'm sorry. Thank you.

[apologizing isn't as bad as lying, but Richter can't stop his eye from twitching in annoyance.]

... You shouldn't have left the clinic.

I had to help.

[Definitely not looking Richter in the face right now.]

It's amazing you were any help at all.

...

[Ouch, Richter.]

Stop placing your life in danger. Mithos was worried about you.

[pause. Oh, he is so staring at a far wall, now.]

... Just like me.

[These words cause his head to jerk up in surprise.]

You were... worried about me?

[Ohhh man, here comes the guilt...]

Of course.

[jeez, Emil, you'd think that's obvious.]

... I'm sorry.

[He averts his eyes, partly because he's feeling guilty and partly because Richter is still in rather close proximity to him and he's trying to AVOID turning red if he can help it.]

Then learn from your mistakes and don't repeat them.

R-right.

[sdgfhg is it getting hot in here or is it just him?]

[whether it's getting hot or not doesn't matter, because Emil's going straight to bed anyway. He's going to recover and he's going to like it.]

Are you done resting?

Y-yes!

Then, let's keep going.

[he's holds out a hand to lift Emil to his feet again.]

[He takes it and stands, hesitating for a moment before leaning on Richter again.]

[and up the stairs they go, again. Richter's making sure not to touch Emil's injured side.]

[This time Emil manages to make it all the way up the rest of the stairs. Victory!]

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