User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/1-29

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Swallowtail - Nelo "...vei. Solvei....Solvei!" Solvei... Who's that? A familiar voice. Wait- I think I know this voice... "Nelo!" The familiar voice rang. It's Red. I opened my eyes. It's the ruins where I fought the Grotesque. "Nel-Solvei! Are you alright?" Red is beside me, attempting to help me up. "I- I'm fine..." I reflexively jumped up immediately. ...Immediately!? I don't feel any pain from my wounds. Did Red patch me up while I was out? "Did anything happend when I was out?" I asked. "What are you talking about? We just arrived!" Red replied, her furrowed brows shows confused look, almost impatient. If Red didn't patch me up, did the shrapnel- the shrapnel-! It's gone! No...I absorbed the shrapnel. Did the shrapnel recovered my wounds when I absorbed it?

"Hey, are you alright?" Red asked again, her tone this time seems a bit more relaxed. I nooded, then looked around- the ruins filled with shot marks, a man decked in military uniform- Captain Jack, and finally&mdash; The remains of the Grotesque I just killed.

"What happened to Sophie?" Red asked. Her voice is soft, but filled with dread. I looked towards the remains of Grotesque. Not a word spoken. "You...you're joking right?" Red asked. She's smiling, but it's not reaching her eyes. Her body is shaking. I couldn't find any answer to reply. An awkward silence ensued. Then, Red started sobbing quietly. The least I could do, is spare her the humiliation postmortem.

"Captain Jack?" I turned to the man in military uniform. The man perked up upon hearing me, and saluted. "Yes! Is there..." His voice is resolute in affirming his identity, but I can tell he couldn't finish his next sentence. "How many people are in this building?" I asked. "Just the Lady Shaman, me, and you. The area's Plague concentration was so dangerous that the rest of the Unit is delegated to quarantine duty." The captain replied. "Please report that Sophie sensed a powerful Grotesque, went to to confront it alone, and sacrificed herself to take it down." Red's sobbing jolted the instant she heard my instruction. "But..but that's." The captain was equally shocked, but fitting his profession, he recovered just as fast, and continued, "Yes. I understand."

Now, I suppose the rest is cremation. I walked towards the Grotesque, hand primed to burn. "Don't you dare! Don't touch her!" Red yelled, her hand suddenly reaching out to grasp my wrist. It's the first time I've seen her so angry. Upon realizing her action, Red suddenly snapped out of her rage, then quickly reverted to a solemn demeanor. "I- I'm sorry...." "I'm sorry....I'm sorry....I'm sorry...." She repeated again and again and again. Something tells me it's not meant for me.

"We'll take it from here." Captain Jack approached me, patting on my right shoulder. I guess I should leave it to the officials. With one last look at the remains, the Captain escorted me and Red away from the site.

Red and I checked in the same hotel we stayed earlier, but neither of us has much to say to each other. She's remained in a state of shock, and went to bed early. I just hope she's not overwhelmed to the point of forgetting Rizaia.