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[boundbydevotion]

[Allen has finished with the "true form" effect and concerned parties have alternatively fed him, made him cry, or made him go to sleep. In any case he is resting for the night, and Link has grabbed a tabbed notebook and a pen and gone to sit outside to write.]

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[boundbydevotion]

That is hardly an issue I am concerned with! I must organize my thoughts while they are still fresh, so if you would please just take your cigarette quietly it would be appreciated!

[hallefuckinlujah]

Huuh. Sure.

[boundbydevotion]

[Oh, he agreed. Well good.]







[I've lost my place.]

[hallefuckinlujah]

[lookin' over your shoulder]

[boundbydevotion]

[closing the journal over his pen so you can't read what it says so far 8|]

What are you doing?

[hallefuckinlujah]

Lookin' after my kid. It's your job now, isn't it?

[boundbydevotion]

. . .

He is my responsibility at the moment, yes.

[hallefuckinlujah]

So what do you care if a ghost is checkin' up on how the brat's doin'? You're the one that knows better than anyone.

[boundbydevotion]

[You, sir, are a cheating cheater.]








You are perfectly capable of checking up on him yourself while here. I'm certain he appreciates it, in his way.

[hallefuckinlujah]

'Course he does, he wants all the attention he can get. Must help you two get along.

[boundbydevotion]

[God help me you are the most trying person ever \o/]

If it does then it is likely plain for you to see. You don't need my observations to inform you.

[hallefuckinlujah]

What do you think about how he's holding up?

[boundbydevotion]

[...]


He could use a friend.

[hallefuckinlujah]

No shit.

[boundbydevotion]

--Or a more thorough explanation of what is happening to him, or an answer as to why... But I suppose the dead can't answer questions.

None of this is anything you do not already know. The only one who was surprised was him.

[hallefuckinlujah]

"Why," huh...

Mad at me for his sake? Your Order doesn't give him any answers either. So I guess you kids are winging it.

[boundbydevotion]

[boundbydevotion]

[counting to ten and uncurling his hands from around his notebook]

[boundbydevotion]

I have no reason to be angry on his behalf. You asked how I felt he is coping; I believe he needs help, or something to hold on to.

[hallefuckinlujah]

. . .Ha ha ha! Well well, look at you, what a reaction. Temper temper, Inspector Junior. You'll be on his side at this rate.

[boundbydevotion]

We are not on opposing sides to begin with.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Nah, 'course not.

Hey, it's like you said. You pretty much nailed it. But the Order won't help, I can't. There isn't anything I haven't said to him that could help him now.

He needs to go by what he's still got, that brat. Counting on what's gone isn't going to do him any good.

[boundbydevotion]

[tired...]

[hallefuckinlujah]

Seems like what he's always got right now is you, huh?

[boundbydevotion]

. . .



I am not of much real use in this regard. It is not my place to attempt to provide stability.