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...Aah, I'm waiting. Hey, Feathers.

Mmm, Scowl said you would be, when he was talking to Hydra.

[Oh hey this is a nice stone slab, drags the lizard onto it.]

Did the Judges really ask for lizard sacrifices?

Judges?

Well. . . they're in his heart, aren't they?

. . . ahh, he said something about that too, didn't he . . .

Mm. It's different. Though it would be right, wouldn't it? If I'm using their space.

[With her hair out of the way, now that the lizard's down, it's easier to see a few claw marks down one arm, and a smear of red on her fingertips.]

--It's for something else?

Geez, that looks like it hurts. Aeris isn't here yet, but. . .

A way home.

[Covers the scratch a bit self-consciously.]

Ahh, Allen doesn't need to worry, about something like this.

. . .[well, considering all the injuries everyone gets, Allen lets that slide :\...]

What do you mean, a way home?

[Builds up a small fire, lighting it from the brazier.]

Just a thought. For something like this . . . I trust Ikki-kun more than anyone. And for Scowl, and Hydra . . . they won't leave either, unless everything's okay.

. . .Yeah, they're all pretty stubborn. . . Ikki, really?. . .

Mmm. If he and Scowl can work together . . .

. . . ahh, they really don't match, though.

[Takes out a stone knife, back to Allen as she starts butchering the lizard.]

No kidding. But if it's this important they'll have to manage. You like that guy? ...

Ah, shouldn't you clean your wound before you're elbow-deep in that?

It's not as bad as it looks. Something like this isn't . . . really big enough for elbows,anyway.

. . . we see each other, in our memories. Fang and Raven and I.

Ah... from the same place...

Do you two know what's happening to him?

[Carefully removes the lizard's head, and its heart.]

. . . we're not sure. None of our memories are complete. But . . . I think so.

Scowl yelled a lot, though. And I don't think he'll believe it, until he sees it for himself.

[jaded is our society where Kururu can gut a lizard with a scratched arm and it's normal. way more pressing matters than "what're you removing parts for" though]

. . .What is it?

[It's just . . . disassembling, at this point. And if she tells herself that enough, it might even be okay.]

The 'Fang' in our memories . . . he's not one person.

He's two.

. . .Eh?

The one who's missing . . . I think he needs to wake up, now. There are things Fang shouldn't be facing alone.

[Places a bowl under the lizard's neck to catch the blood as it drains, and carries the head and heart over to the brazier.

Her eyes catch the light, reflecting gold, hands red as she places the offering into the fire.]

Thank you. I'll clean everything up, when I'm done.

. . . [quiet watching that. . .]

Your eyes...?

[Looks at him. More than reflecting, they are gold, pupils slit like a cat's . . .]

Eh . . . ?

[. . . and drops her gaze back to her hands, fingers pressing together.]

. . . ahh. I'd forgotten.

. . . What's happened? Did a memory do that?

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