Claret eyes have been downcast for two days now. The gift he’d been given -- perhaps it was by the chaotic “god” after all, instead of the benevolent one. His Lockon is gone. Just...vanished. Suddenly, swiftly, abruptly, just as he was gone the first t-- ( stop. you’re in the middle of the damn street. pull yourself together. ) He is so wrapped up in his internal processing that he doesn’t dodge when he’s in the same path as someone else; instead, they collide, like an accident predestined. Stumbling a bit, he pushes his glasses up onto his nose before murmuring,
“Sorry, wasn’t paying atten--”
And then he sees precisely who he’s crashed in to.
“L - Lockon?”
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