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[nightchild]

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[allomantic]

[she hesitates before she nods, rolling up her sleeves - it was fireworks, so the burns aren't as serious as they could be, but they're still there.]

[nightchild]

[itsuki will carefully apply it, after washing his hands. it's 1919 but we've learned things about modern medicine]

Does it hurt?

[quietly. he means the burns... but also everything else too]

[allomantic]

...Yes.

[it's unclear which wound she's talking about, but her expression tightens.]

[nightchild]

[once he's finished, he'll get out the bandages and carefully wrap her burns]

It might never stop. [but he thinks she knows that]

...But it'll get easier to carry, with time.

[allomantic]

[it's very quiet, but after a moment:]

...I don't want to carry this.

[nightchild]

...I know.

[there's a pulse of understanding, and sorrow. rather than someone who's trying to teach her something...

he wants to commiserate with her, right here and now.]

Carrying it, accepting it... Forgetting it... That's always going to be your choice, no matter what else happens.

[allomantic]

I do not see how I could forget.

[it's a bit weary.]

[nightchild]

...Would you want to?

[allomantic]

...Not about him.

[that's easy, but - the memory of blood seeping out of the wound in his chest from the dagger she put there, the way his eyes closed as his consciousness left him. that's more complicated.]

[nightchild]

[he's finished putting the bandages on her arm but,

after a moment he gently touches her hand. a careful brush, and not really a hand grab.]

I think about what Marie-chan said all the time. That Buzen looked sad in the end.

[...]

It's really hard, huh?

[allomantic]

[she doesn't move to take his hand, but she doesn't pull away, either. after a moment:]

...It's really hard.

[nightchild]

[vin....

there's nothing else he can possibly say to that. instead, Itsuki sits with her, hand on hers, for as long as she might need.]

...I want to remember At-chan. The important things.

[not the pain and the person he was forced to be,]

Will you tell me about him? When you're ready?

[allomantic]

[she nods, expression shifting a little.]

What did you want to know?

[nightchild]

He was... a detective, right? Was that something he did back home?

[allomantic]

[she nods.]

Yes. It involved protecting other people from harm... It suited him.