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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?

. . . I don't know. It's really more of a Bloody Road thing . . . ahh . . . they'll be normal later, again.

I - what? Ah. I want to know about him - them, too, but - I know it happened right after he took a memory, and I know when I look at him my eye is searching for something, but sees nothing.

But I'm talking about you.

. . . that's . . . what I was talking about. My eyes . . . isn't it?

Oh- I thought you meant - I heard Fang mention a Bloody Road before, but I don't really know what it means. . . I thought you were changing the subject.

I wasn't. But I'm not sure what else Allen wants to ask.

[Goes back to the body, and picks up her knife.]

. . . If you don't know what it is, are you okay?

[Nods.]

It . . . just seems normal, now.

... Okay. Be careful. Your team knows about it at least, right?

Would Allen let me see something Lacerta didn't know about first?

It was an accident, wasn't it? There's no reason to let me see anything in the first place.

[Shakes her head, and there's a hint, in the way she sits on the stone, of something bordering exhaustion.]

Allen . . . isn't someone I need to be guarded around. Even if he's not completely safe.

. . .

[gives her a wry smile; he's not doing too hot either]

Really? Well. . . thank you.

[Nods, and sets to skinning and de-boning the lizard, making it look less like a critter and more like dinner.]

... About Fang... you said - you said he needed the other person to wake up? So it's - someone good?

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