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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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[goldenglasses]

Tomoe-- I-- [He doesn't want to leave it like this. He wants to do more. Say more. Something. Anything! But he doesn't know what to do or say. So he lets his hand slowly drop. Putting them both back into his pockets.

God. Is this how Meryl and Milly usually feel?]

I'll... I guess I'll see you later?

[willing_sheath]

[She hums in response, nodding as she opens the door.]

...

Take care of yourself, Vash-san...

[She moves through the door then, leaving him behind on the roof.]

[She takes the stairs slowly at first... then faster and faster until she goes sprawling on one of the landings halfway down, gasping on her knees as she tries to hold everything back and keep those gasps from becoming sobs. Finding her feet again she makes it the rest of the way to the bottom floor and out onto the street, heedless of her personal safety and the danger in the Down. In a way, she almost welcomed it... as she had on the road from Edo to Kyoto...]

[Anything... to make it finally stop...]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash watches her go. An ache in his heart and wanting to chase after her, but thinking that giving her space might be what she wants right now. He looks up at the sky with a frown.] Oh Rem... [He sighs and once more wishes she was here to guide him. Thinking that she would know exactly what to do.] What should I have done, Rem? Did I do the right thing?

[Running his hand through his hair he shakes his head.] Why does it seem like I only hurt the people I care the most about? But what else could I have done? [He just didn't love her as anything more than a really close friend right now. He counts and waits. Making sure to stay on the roof for at least twenty minutes before he dares to head inside.]