damned_institute | Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

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Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

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"Ah, I'm sorry. I'd just seen a friend," she said, apologizing instinctively for having looked away for those few moments. It was...difficult, to say the least, leaving out the details and intricacies of that relationship. Even saying that they had known each other from childhood, while it was true, would be too much. "I'm worried about him. He didn't look well."

She nodded then, her attention returning. "Then, I'll repeat that: thank you," she said, and would have curtsied had her clothing not been able to repeat that. "And...on the one hand, it's a relief knowing I'm not the only one, but on the other hand, it makes me worry," Euphy answered, simply and honestly. "I know that Suzaku, at least, can more than handle himself in a difficult situation, but Lelouch..."

The girl sighed, looking in the direction of that door. "Well, I'm just glad everyone else is here."

There wasn't any need for Euphy to apologize, but Teresa opted to let her do so.

"So I see," she replied. Just what she saw was left up to the girl. "There is another hybrid her, but we have never crossed paths while serving the Organization." Her lips curled up. "She does know who I am, though. I suppose that is something."

She looked at the door as well. "Which one is he?"

"It is," Euphy agreed. "Though it's a little sad that the only person who knows you is someone you haven't worked with. Were you just in different units?" That kind of thing could certainly happen - it would be like two people going to the same school, but being in different classes. You just wouldn't cross paths.

The pink-haired girl looked towards that door again. How to describe it, then, without breaking her promise not to reveal his heritage or identity? She couldn't say they were blood relatives...

"Ah, Lelouch? We've known each other for a long time. He's really smart, and really..." She trailed off for just a moment, thinking about the earlier conversation.

"He had a lot on his mind the last time I saw him," she said. "There was a lot going on, and he was worried about a lot of people. He might not look like it on the outside, but he's a good person." I'll always believe that. No matter what.

A brief shake of the head. "No. We are all solitary warriors within the Organization, only ever working as a small unit when special circumstances arise." She gave the girl a small smile again. "As it is, she didn't join the Organization until I left it. I'm apparently quite the topic amid the barracks after the handlers have gone to bed."

Teresa chose not to comment on how Lelouch looked, but nodded. "If you say so, then I have no reason to believe otherwise. What do you intend on doing while you are here?"

She nodded. So, then, it was like the special units in their own military, the ones that were separate from the rest? Like Suzaku's was. That was the closest comparison she could think of. "I see," she said. "That makes sense, but still. It's got to be a little weird."

That question brought a small frown to the girl's face. Euphy wasn't entirely sure of that herself; there was the desire to talk to Lelouch and see if she couldn't make some sort of peace between him and Suzaku, but there were also more practical things, too. She still didn't feel like she could assist with any outside exploration without getting in the way, but she hadn't led medical teams for nothing.

"I had actually planned to see if I could help out in the clinic that's here. I've had some first-aid training, and I'm sure they're in need of extra hands. What about you?"

"I was sold to the Organization at a young age," Teresa said, as if such occurrences were common (which they were). "I spent the majority of my life with little more than very brief encounters with others of my kind or anyone else, for that matter. Even Orsay had little contact with me beyond what was necessary." She paused. "I used to prefer things like that." But that was before Clare pointed out how lonely Teresa really had been.

"But enough on that. I would like to explore this building and see what's in this land. You are welcome to accompany me," she offered. The concept of a clinic was as odd to Teresa as the sudden reemergence of her own appetite.

"I..." The idea of someone growing up alone like that was enough to bring a pained look to Euphemia's eyes. She knew that such things even happened at home - not selling someone to any kind of organization, but banishing a child wasn't unheard of. It was one of the things that frightened her most about her father, though she couldn't - and wouldn't - admit that out loud.

"It doesn't feel like something you'd want me to apologize for, but I do. No one should have to feel alone in this world." The answer was sincere, and she clasped her hands over her heart as she said it, an instinctual kind of emphasis.

"Ah, I appreciate that," she answered. "But I'm afraid I'd only slow someone down. That said, though...if it's not asking too much, may I ask a favor?"

Something flickered deep inside Teresa's eyes, the silver reflecting for a moment how much Euphy's words affected her. She may have pink hair and be a good few years older, but she couldn't help but see Clare for just a moment. As soon as that moment was over, Teresa closed her eyes and made the ghost of Clare disappear.

"What do you wish of me?"

Euphy picked up on that brief flicker - a memory? Regardless, it looked sad. As much as she wanted to ask, she sensed bringing it up would only make things worse, not better. With that in mind, she pushed the thought away, thinking back to the present.

"I'd like an escort to the clinic, if you can. I'm worried about something like the bats attacking and not being able to fight them off. If it's not too much trouble."

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In a way, she was glad Euphy asked her as she was concerned about the girl wandering on her own, but she wasn't quite comfortable with offering her protection. As it was, it felt very odd. But she did like the girl...

Teresa's lips quirked up. "None at all. Shall we meet where we met last night?"

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