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“ WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF WAR , MEIN HERZ . “ and it is something he answers him heavily . though , he does not break —— he wouldn’t . still , a slight shadow is cast across the man’s rigid face , as he looks into the eye of his consort . his monster . his heart . he cannot bear to see him so full of sorrow , to see him struck with anguish , and not speak upon it . not be tempted to hold him closer , to kiss him , to grace him with comfort … his fingers curl gently in the locks of nnoitra’s hair , spilled such like ink . “ I cannot just abandon my station here completely .

tonight , however . we could go elsewhere . but we must return by dawn … I’m expected back in the morning hours .

where would you like to go , hm ? anywhere in the realms , you would like . i could take you . ”

          sb : i want to speak to your superior .