Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

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He really had beat the rush. Suzaku found a chair as close to the corner and as far from the bulletin as he could, and turned it to face the wall before curling up in it. His nurse frowned at him again, but she was still being cooperative, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say in the slightest. He didn't care even if he got sedated. All he cared about was finally having a few moments to himself, to sort out what Euphie's love meant and what the hell Lelouch's problem was.

It felt like he had all the pieces of a puzzle and was just too stupid to figure out how they fit together. What Lelouch had said about Shirley at breakfast and the tone he'd taken with Euphie on the board, Lelouch asking how Suzaku was, Lelouch dying. . . "All we can do is move forward and look out for the ones we care about." Euphie struggling to get out her last words, pain overtaking Suzaku's consciousness while he fought pathetically to carry out Lelouch's order. . . The last couple days, when he'd felt like he was finally figuring this out, seemed so far away now.

There were a couple things that were certain, at least: he hated what Lelouch had done, he always would. But he -- he didn't hate Lelouch, and he hadn't for a while now, and that wasn't going to change. And he didn't have much time, because everyone but Suzaku was terrifyingly mortal. And Lelouch was an idiot, but he still wasn't sure about the how and why of that one yet.

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Skuld groaned and flopped back against the couch. "Yeah, that's Urd." Not that Belldandy had been much better... well, she brought Sigel, at least.

It sounded like he had a good idea what she was talking about, though. Maybe they could commiserate. (Nothing wrong with making friends with an adult; really, she was older than him. Way older.) "Is Dean your brother?" Dean didn't seem like he trusted easily, but he was at ease around Eddie, so it would make sense. And she could see a little resemblance between them.

[boyking]

It wasn't a fact they went around advertising, but there were enough people who knew or who somehow picked up on it that Sam didn't see too much point in lying about it when he was asked outright. He figured she was fairly safe.

Besides, anyone who posed a real danger to them—demons, pretty much—already knew of their relation. And the demons had used it well.

Still, his brother wasn't a topic he discussed with too many people. Granted, his family, his childhood, and essentially his entire life, was something he didn't discuss with too many people, so this probably wasn't anything particularly special.

But he couldn't get out of this, and he'd kind of brought it on himself by addressing siblings, anyway. So much for having a non-personal conversation with Skuld.

He sat down across from her. "Yeah. Yeah, he is. Older brother."

He didn't add anything more, though he felt that he should've. He just didn't know what else he could say. There wasn't a lot he could put into words about Dean, now that he thought about it. Dean was just—his brother. That'd always been all the explanation he'd ever needed.

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"Is that nice, or a big pain?" That could definitely go either way; Skuld desperately wanted someone she knew here, but if Urd ever showed up for real she would be ready to scream.

By this point she had nearly every array she could possibly need, so she was working on calculating one she probably couldn't actually use here... a composite bow. Made out of fiberglass. Guns seemed too impractical, but she really was looking into crossbows and the like to see if she could make some good long-distance weapons. She was going to need a new journal at this rate, since the sketch of the intended finished product, the calculations, and the array itself took three or four pages at the least.

[boyking]

That...was a complicated question that Sam knew Skuld hadn't meant to be complicated, and these days, he didn't know what to think about Dean anymore. He felt guilty for feeling as if it'd be easier if Dean hadn't come back, if Dean had let him move on, instead of making him relive this nightmare all over again, but the truth if it was undeniable. He'd never admit it, though.

But he couldn't regret having his brother back.

"It's always nice to have a familiar face," he replied, effectively edging around the issue.

He paused. He could stay further, change the topic by asking her more about alchemy since it looked liked she'd scrawled in Hebrew all over those pages. He felt bad for leaving her alone when she didn't seem to have anyone keeping her company at the moment. But discussing Dean had opened floodgates he wasn't willing to sit here and hold at bay while talking inanely about something else.

"I'm sorry, I should...leave you to your work," he said, sounding apologetic, and hoping that it made up for the fact that it was probably pretty damn obvious he was making an excuse to get the hell out. With any luck, she wouldn't think it was anything she'd done 'cause yeah, he was aware that these were his issues. "Thanks again, Skuld."

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