knightofratatosk | [Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

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[Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

[There are crashing noises and the sounds of things breaking in the background... sounds like somebody is going on a rampage.]

Where is she? WHERE IS SHE? If those damn Malnosso have hurt her, I'll tear them apart!

[Another crash.]

Cowards! Why won't you show yourselves? Come out and fight me one-on-one!

[OOC: He is currently trashing Marta's old apartment looking for her... Alice will undoubtedly hear this.]

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That's not what I--

[Aaaaand his voice is back to normal now.]

... Richter?

[Hm... Richter's still a bit cautious.]

Emil.

I... where am I? This isn't the clinic...

No, it's not. Obviously, Ratatosk didn't want to stay there much longer.

... I couldn't find her.

... I know.

She's... she's really gone, isn't she...?

[His voice suddenly sounds incredibly strained and tired, almost on the verge of tears.]

Nothing's certain yet.

[Richter's feeling relatively bad about the entire situation, but there's not much he can do about it.]

I guess... I guess I should go back to the clinic now.

[There are a few shifting sounds as he tries to stand, followed by a short, bitten-off yelp.]

... Are you alright?

[A sigh.]

I... don't know if I can make it back.

Well, where are you now?

Marta's apartment... I think.

I'll be right there.

T-thank you... I'm sorry.

[True to his word, here Richter is a short while later. The door is probably still open?]

[Fff, you think Ratatosk has enough manners to close the door behind him? He also made a complete mess of the place, smashing everything in sight-- the curtains have been torn down, furniture overturned, dishes smashed... the whole nine yards.

Emil is out in what was the living room, just sitting on the floor next to his journal and staring down at it.]

[Oh dear. Richter slowly approaches him, making sure not to do anything that might startle the boy. Let's not give Ratatosk another opportunity to surface, shall we?]

... Emil.

Richter...

[He doesn't look up, just stays staring at the floor.]

Maybe... maybe you were right. Maybe I should give up being a Knight of Ratatosk.

[Richter will wait for Emil to scrape up his nerve, then. It's what he was born to do.]

It was a false title from the start. Considering the circumstances, I don't think giving it up was ever a possibility. You can only deny ever being this so-called Knight and accept what you really are.

[He just cringes at Richter's words... he KNOWS they're true, but that doesn't make them any easier to hear.]

I-I still swore to protect Marta, and... I couldn't even do that. I'm a failure.

Nobody would've been able to protect her. We've both been in this place long enough to know that.

I just...

[He makes a soft, strangled sound before looking up at Richter, green eyes wide.]

I just want her back, Richter.

[... Ow. That cut him pretty deep. He's not going to show it, but he'll avoid those green eyes anyway. He knows he's not allowed to complain, because he's been acting virtually the same way about Aster. Still, he was there at the Ginnungagap when Marta and Emil exchanged their claims of love, right before the door closed. This Emil doesn't remember- rather, hasn't experienced that moment yet, but that doesn't change the feelings in the least.

Richter wants the boy to be happy, but he knows Marta is much better at actually making him happy.]

... I know that.

[This Emil may not have those same feelings for Marta, but her loss still hurts him quite a bit, especially because he feels at least partially responsible for it. After all, she was his second friend and his traveling companion, and though his feelings for her aren't the same as the type she holds for him, he still cares deeply for her

Exhaustion and emotional turmoil are taking their toll on him, and he can't hold back the tears any longer. He lets out another soft choking sound as he tries to keep from sobbing aloud.]

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