[He has his hood pulled up and his hands tucked in the pockets of his raincoat, head tucked down to keep the rain from his eyes. When he spots her, he calls out her name and makes his way over.
His heart's thumping away in his chest, but he's doing his damnedest to appear calm. Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be fine.
He doesn't know what she knows, what she's been told...]
[Her hood is down and she is suitably soaked, though shivers have not yet come to claim her. The rain has drained the colour from her- no, that's not quite it.]
He said he'd told you why you were placed beneath his supervision.
[ and here, she turns fully towards him, her lower lip jutting ]
But Allen- I don't care about that. [ lies, but the rain washes away most of the guilt ] Inspector Leverrier is- he's definitely planning something, he never does anything without the goals of the Vatican in mind.
[Does she really not care-? He has a difficult time believing she wouldn't, if she knew the reasons why...
He's being monitored because he's hosting a Noah - because the Order would surely be leery and distrustful of an enemy sleeping in their midst; as much as he hates it, he's been forced to accept that it's the treatment he'll be greeted with, when he returns home. But is there more to it, are they really planning something? And aren't they talking about Inspector Link?]
He brushes the question aside before he can ask. It's not important right now, he'll find out later. He meets her eyes, and the mask he wears is smooth, uncreased. A practiced poker-face.]
[She keeps urging to talk over him, antsy with the need to reaffirm his innocence, but it's so difficult to get the words out. ] So they think- because you also knew the song, that you're...
[She's the first person he's told, since he heard, a day ago. It's like ripping off a bandage, before even he's ready to see what's underneath, but he tears it away anyway.]
I know why I'm under supervision. It's because I'm the host of the Fourteenth's memories.
...It isn't just an accusation the Order is making, Lenalee. [ tone contrite, ] I couldn't tell you what's going on back home, but this, I know that it's true.
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He grips the tablet tighter. Haa. He'd been hoping he would have a little more time, before they'd need to talk.]
I can come to you.
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I'm. [ guiltily ] outside. On the roof.
[ it's been a vague solace to her at least once before ]
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Give me a few minutes.
[He'll make his way up there shortly.]
action!!
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His heart's thumping away in his chest, but he's doing his damnedest to appear calm. Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be fine.
He doesn't know what she knows, what she's been told...]
What did Howard Link's message say?
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He said he'd told you why you were placed beneath his supervision.
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But Allen- I don't care about that. [ lies, but the rain washes away most of the guilt ] Inspector Leverrier is- he's definitely planning something, he never does anything without the goals of the Vatican in mind.
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He's being monitored because he's hosting a Noah - because the Order would surely be leery and distrustful of an enemy sleeping in their midst; as much as he hates it, he's been forced to accept that it's the treatment he'll be greeted with, when he returns home. But is there more to it, are they really planning something? And aren't they talking about Inspector Link?]
'Inspector Leverrier'?
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Doesn't-
doesn't he know?]
He didn't tell you?
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no.
He shakes his head.]
Link said that he was assigned to me by the administrative branch.
[But...]
You weren't told why he's supervising me?
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I went to ask Brother the moment I heard, but-
he was there, so I... [ "faltered" ] Inspector Link works beneath him.
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He brushes the question aside before he can ask. It's not important right now, he'll find out later. He meets her eyes, and the mask he wears is smooth, uncreased. A practiced poker-face.]
Do you know about the Fourteenth?
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The- what? [ no, she doesn't understand ]
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In the Ark [ where he's never been before— briefly, his gaze flickers away, hands curling in his pockets, ]
I knew a song that could control it, right? It was a song the Fourteenth Noah knew.
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[ not loyal to the Order? ]
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And firmly, as if he feels the same need she does,]
No matter what they think, I'm an Exorcist, and I'll always be on the Order's side. I promise, that won't change.
[ 'but' ]
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I know why I'm under supervision. It's because I'm the host of the Fourteenth's memories.
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remember to breathe ]
Wh-what?
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I won't let anything happen, Lenalee. I won't let him hurt anyone.
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[ swipes her hand across her eyes, because everything's gone weirdly fuzzy ]
H. How?
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I don't really know how. It happened a long time ago [ allegedly ], I don't remember it.
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Just what is going on... We'd not so much as met a Noah before going to the Rewinding Town. How can they so confidently claim-?
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[Cross had erased any doubt.]
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