Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway

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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.

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Re: M34

[purgatio]

Albedo had watched, entranced, as Rubedo moved and finally sat. It was like he was noticing details that he never had before--and that couldn't make sense, could it? Rubedo was smaller, it should be harder to notice things. Maybe it was just because.... Albedo hadn't seen Rubedo, been near him and spent time with him for a long while, in the boy's mind. A week without his twin was maddening; the other's waveform was comforting just by its presence. And Albedo had wondered why he couldn't sleep since they had parted ways.

He swallowed again, unconsciously reaching out a hand to touch Rubedo's side. He had assumed that... sleep was just not for him, and yet, here, he rested easily with Rubedo's heartbeat echoing within him. He hadn't....

Albedo jerked, his hand sliding away. His eyes clouded with a sharp pain and fierce resentment. "Wrong, am I? Correct me then. In what way was it that you didn't break away, didn't leave-" His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he cut himself off, choking the syllable. Not there. Not yet. "What did Nigredo have that I didn't? How did his value trump my own?"

Re: M34

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He should've expected his twin to respond like that, but that didn't mean he liked seeing his reaction, much less hearing his accusations. He knew how it looked, but it hadn't said shit about Nigredo having more worth than Albedo. As maddening as his twin could be, as much as he wanted to scream at the white-haired one to stop playing up the victim act more than was justified...

"I never said I didn't do that!" he replied. "But it doesn't have anything to do with his value. I came back for both of you." Came back for two of them, but left with only one. Nigredo had been bleeding, dying, needed help. He'd planned on going back, but then Canaan and chaos had shown up. "He's my brother, and you're my twin. You're both just as important to me, got that?"

Re: M34

[purgatio]

Everything had receded to a silent drone; the buzz of his blood rushing through his veins drowning out all other noise. His thoughts had slowed to a stop, the pounding of two heartbeats crushing everything else inside of him. Silence. Something throbbing (something breaking); some hope being denied, crushed underfoot.

Albedo shifted slowly to his knees, leaning over Rubedo. "No," he said. "I don't think that's true." He leaned his weight to the left, raising his right hand off the bed. "Because you left me."

But he was already alone by that time. Rubedo had left him far before that.