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Ilia moved into the busy hallway at a trudging pace. What little high the alcohol had given her was already wearing thin and her own morbid thoughts were doing little to help the situation. Her slow pace did do her a bit of good, however. She had the time to get a really good look at all the passerbys her flashlight illuminated as she walked along, and Seishin happened to be one of them.

Moving towards him, she raised her free hand in a weary wave. "Seishin. Hey."

She honestly didn't know what much more to say. They shared a strange kinship from having witnessed the death down in the basement. That made them comrades of sorts, even if they hadn't interacted a great deal before then.

Ilia didn't have to ask him how he felt. Whether he had taken Rose's death in as bad of a way as Ilia had didn't matter. But likely, if he had any decency at all, he would want to pay his respects to the little girl just as she did.

"So, I'm going to the morgue," Ilia said, a little hoarsely. She cleared her throat. "Want to come with me?"