Leave me alone

Promises seemed to be so much You didn’t have to act so tough But that never surprised me I miss you standing by me.

But it’s no fault of yours. I’m sorry for the dusty words.

I Should of told you sooner How you brightened up my day. I’m always at a loss for words with so much left to say.

But it’s not fault of yours. I’m sorry for the dusty words.

Knowing you, I’m a better person for it. And I’m writing this because I should have known better than to have ruined it.

But it’s no fault of yours. I’m sorry for the dusty words.

I never should have climbed down from the pedestal I was placed on. And now I realize how much I hurt you, every second you choose to be gone.

But it’s no fault of yours. I’m sorry for the dusty words.

You always said you’ve lived a full, long life with no regrets to think of. But there’s a million things I’d say and change, if given the chance even just once.

But it’s no fault of yours. I was supposed to be one of the few people who didn’t hurt you.

But it is no fault of yours, I’m living with this grief I’ve caused myself.

It’s no fault of yours, that I lost the one person I would die for.

You know, It’s no fault of yours. It rests squarely in my hands. I’d take away the hurt, the pain, if I was only given the chance.

"According to this, you have an extremely high red blood cell count. Also, since you are apparently healthy and not suffering from this, it is also to be assumed you have an advanced circulatory system. If only I could dissect you…ahem. Well, I have once more test I would like to perform."

She reached into her coat and pulled out a small pack and snapped it open, revealing a cotton swab on the end of a stick.

"I would like to swab the inside of your cheek with this, so that I may see your cells. I have a feeling a clue may lie there."

Rasar couldn’t help but furrow his brows. There were wrinkles on his forehead as he wondered at the question. That made no sense at all

"You have my blood, why do you need anything else? Shouldn’t it tell you all you need to know?"

Blood was the best source of information after all. There science was so far, yet they knew nothing

"Sure, I promised you that", Rasar said, "let's see if we can find a somewhat dry spot down here."

Now finding a dry place in the sewers was no small challenge since they weren't intended to home people. There best chance would be to find a dead end. Sometimes they build parts that were never really used. One might have planned to build houses there once, but then maybe someone decided that it'd be better to have another parking lot.

He closed his eyes and tried to sense whether there was such a place. After all, moving water was energy so he should be able to feel a lack thereof. However, the sewers were so full of movement, life and other biological process that he couldn't find anything. His brows furrowed while he search, but after a few moment he gave up. All this time in this world had made him sluggish. He wasn't using magic anymore on a regular basis, so it wasn't surprising that he wasn't in his best form.

Ai smirked. Interesting.

She placed one tube back so that it wouldn’t fall over, and took the other to the microscope. She placed a drop onto a slide and then slid it under. Ai almost reeled back. It was a much busier sample than normal. Although that should have been expected…

Ai stood up and shot a look at Rasar. Well, seeing as he didn’t suffer from polycythemia, she supposed his circulatory system must be quite advanced. Honestly, if the Organization got a hold of him…although he didn’t seem like the obedient type so that might end very badly for them too.

He walked over to her and looked at the instruments and his samples. Normally he’d be worried if someone used his blood for experiments but this was hardly a threat.

"Do you care to share your insights with me? I must confess that I’ve never had my blood analyzed with modern means before." Rasar doubted that her findings would really help him with anything. It might explain some things he suspected but it wouldn’t change the reality.