#divetoemergency

@divetoemergency

He’s postponed this conversation for too long. If possible, he wished that they could keep this going on, betting on a unreasonable miracle that Ange would figure out by herself the problems with her behavior and have a change of heart.

But he knows that this is not how this sort of thing happens. He knows that, if he turns his own face and others’ away from the truth, they’ll just keep repeating this play of minor explosions until the whole house collapses.

In a certain sense, he’s kinda glad he doesn’t have access to the power of Game Master in Hive City. At the very least, that forces him not to fall into the temptation of gaslighting her again. He can’t provide her with a happy fantasy that would give her an understanding of the family’s more positive side.

However, there’s one thing that Hive City can provide and the Witches’ World can’t: help. The professional kind. <RED>Ange needs professional help</RED>. That’s undeniable truth. But she won’t seek it on her own. That’s where he enters.

The door to her bedroom terrifies him. There’s nothing in it that’d justify such a thing. Yet, going on through the possible scenarios this conversation might end at again and again makes Battler feel like throwing up. After what he feels like centuries... he takes a breath...... and knocks the door.

She had heard the rumors... and she had heard the commotion. Yes, the more she thought about it, the more apparent it became that this Ange was not the one she remembered seeing last. This Ange was truly a pitiable being to behold, the one who was still in the clutches of her own bitterness and hate. Perhaps because she could somewhat relate, perhaps for her husband, she let her eyes close for a brief moment.

And, as if by some sick twist of fate, as Beatrice opened her eyes again...

She was suddenly there, right in front of her eyes.

Yes, she did hold a very brief look of surprise but it soon changed back to normal.

Her heart immediately stopped once she noticed who it was that was in front of her door. She hadn’t even been told that she was in the city too. It was like dying all over again, only this time death wouldn’t allow her to escape. This Ange... wasn’t the one that had any resolution whatsoever. She could feel the anger pierce through her soul, and it was notably understandable if her assumption of her was correct. That cold, distant stare froze her on the spot, and she felt as though literal snow pickets were ruthless thawing her head out. 

She told her that it was fine if she never forgave her... She didn’t even forgive herself, and no matter how much time passed, it would always still be there in front of her.

In contrast to her unwelcoming glare, all her concern came through and initially gave her the temptation to hug her-- but obviously, she held back. 

All that she could do was stare at her in a worrisome manner, hoping her words could at least get through her. 

“Ange... I.... I know you won’t forgive me, and I do truly understand that... You can hate me for all I am, and I will never blame you for it....

She had already heard it from both Battler and Eva of Ange’s arrival, but it wasn’t something to celebrate about. Already informed of which Ange this was, she had already picked up the fact that it wasn’t wise to be near such a destructive girl. In the past, she had barely interacted with her unless she was with Maria, so it didn’t help at all that the two would be left in an awkward position.

Unfortunately, the day already started off unlucky when she had come across her in the hallway. Colorful layers of fabric hung around her arm to make a doll that Maria had requested before, and she was on her way to her room to start the project. The redhead wouldn’t budge an inch though, and instead of moving aside, she shot her down with a glare that sent shivers down her spine. Oh, how it resembled Eva’s in the most uncanny way possible (maybe it was just an Ushiromiya thing).

Already staring down at the ground, knowing she didn’t have the privilege to look back at her, she decided to speak up with a meek voice.

❝If... If you wanted to say something, then...❞

@divetoemergency

“Crap...!”

Swift steps agitated puddles on the street as Battler went on to look for shelter for the rain. He cursed himself for having forgotten an umbrella, but there’s nothing he can do now. Well, there is, but why spend magic on something that can be solved otherwise? Let him have the human experience.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to find it in the figure of Saint Martha’s church. He remembers the times when Amakusa told him of it, how his and the other ‘Servants’’s work kept the place going in service of those in need. He’s definitely in need right now, so how convenient! He steps in, shaking himself to get some water out of his body...

...And then, he sees the single figure standing in front of the altar. He’d recognize that shade of red and dark clothes anywhere.

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