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"Anybody?" Finnian repeated, tilting his head a little bit "And, uh, you guys get a lot of people causing problems around this place, do you?" He then asked, curious who just anybody would probably be. Lifting up his head a little bit, Finnian thought quietly for a moment before shrugging "It is good to know how to defend yourself, I've been told. So you should know something. A couple things even!"

Listening to Layla go on he nodded his head some "Healing magic, and necromancy. Okay. That's not too terrible." He grinned a bit, thinking some more "It's still magic." Finnian raised his eyebrows then "It is also good not to end up dead, I learned. I might know a few things, but again, it's a lot more to do with magic, not really anything too physical." Reaching a hand behind the back of his head, he rubbed it along his neck.

"So you're not wanting to be a damsel so much? I don't blame you. Waiting for others to do anything sometimes is futile." Taking a step to one side, he stretched a bit "We can start by exploring your magic capabilities. How does that sound to you?"

She appeared confused, he realized, but he was more in-tuned to how well she seemed. After all, her state hadn't been the best when he found her. To the point he couldn't even clean the blood from her, sufficiently anyway. Finnian watched the woman closely, grinning warmly when she finally spoke in response to him "Followed a Hare?" He questioned, rightfully confused. Traveling through a mirror? Now he couldn't say he had known of anyone like that.

As she grew quiet again, he let her be so, letting her regain her barrings for the time being. Finnian was confident all would be made clear, soon enough. Serving the last of the tea he had he walked toward her while she spoke. Layla? He nodded, committing her name to memory. Her request for a plant had him glancing around "Ah, yes. Absolutely." She could heal herself with a plant, that too was interesting, almost as much as traveling through a mirror.

Pulling away he walked over to one of the potted plants in the tea house, a smaller one, easily moving it over to the table he gently set it down in front of Layla "It is nothing, really. I could not imagine having left you there, where something much worse could happen to you." This, he had thought at the time, was the better alternative of the choices he could have made.

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He could feel his annoyance building already at the way she spoke and looked at him. His eyes squinting for a moment then. It had been months since he had smelled Darius. But the envelope she had held out toward him smelled just like that putrid vile little monster.

His gaze dropped down toward the slip of paper he could see it bending over slightly as she held it out toward him " Huh. Interesting. I don't usually get mail from the peasants here." Taking a few steps toward her he takes the note from her hand and offers another smile "And from a stranger no less. How, befitting of him."

Asher turned then and tossed the envelope into the fireplace just beside him " Ah. Now that's going to keep this place nice and warm. Thank you...Um... Do you have a twin sister. I swear I have seen your face around before?" Asher asked with a curious look. He then shrugged and turned his head away, staring back toward the fireplace.

Elijah stares at her as she's talking. He then picked his head up a little, looking away from Layla then. He didn't think anything was wrong with him, in the sense that one did not think a cold was going to kill them, these days. When many years ago, colds certainly were likely to almost certainly lead to being death sentences. So in that way, he didn't think anything was wrong with him. But there was still something wrong with him "It's like a cold that doesn't go away. But I function just fine." If one could count not being able to retain some memories, or remember former one's that were lost, as 'fine'.

Who needed memories anyway…Elijah sighs "Maybe I will." He shrugged at Layla then. But listened as she continued on talking. As she brought up knowing someone who might be able to help him with his memories, he paused, a pit forming in his stomach. Suddenly feeling cold…or, not exactly cold. But a wave of 'wrong' ness, the feeling, washed over him. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, to remember what he forgot? His jaw tightening, he narrowed his gaze a bit "Both yes, and no. I don't know. You know? It's hard to explain, I guess? I want to know what I forgot. But…what if what I forgot, is worse than not knowing?"

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Ulquiorra stares up toward her as she telled him that he had helped her " I did?" He asked, seeming quite confused, in a small way. It struck him as odd, having heard that. He had never helped anyone but Aizen, and less so, perhaps, Orihime. Neither of them had ever appreciated it though. Or even really acknowledged it. It was simply a tool, to Aizen. Orihime had seemed to completely forget him. Though he had never expected thanks. Aizen gave him a purpose for being. Orihime gave him a reason to in some way, stay.

Still, he couldn't imagine having helped this woman before him. Though he did listen when she spoke on. It was true, she wasn't exactly needed by Aizen, and he could have killed her. Probably still should have killed her. But he didn't. Ulquiorra didn't really want to kill anyone. He had never wanted much of anything at all, actually. He was quite logical, rational, and very empty inside. His ignoring following Aizen's orders to kill such people often ended up in their surviving. That, he thought, wasn't very helpful.

"There is no reason to kill meaninglessly. Your death would not provide us what we want, just as much as your living, would not." Ulquiorra says letting out a few difficult breaths as his body was falling apart still "You wish to go home?" He searched, his eyes shifting quickly trying to find his own 'home' in his mind. Hueco Mundo was the only thing that came to mind. But he didn't think it felt much like home. But he had really never felt anything at all " Is your home that important to you?" He had thought Hueco Mundo was important to him.

" With the friends and family that you have. It must be that you miss them." Ulquiorra sighed, knowing he wouldn't have missed many of the others that resided in Hueco Mundo. Though they wouldn't have missed him either if he were gone. His brows furrowing a little bit he looked at her "You came through a mirror, into our world. Can't you not simply go back through a mirror, to home?"  As she lift her hands he flinched away slightly, not sure what she was about to do.

In all honestly he didn't know what this sudden feeling that struck him even had been. Was it panic? Fright? Whatever it was, it had recalled the memories of Ichigo and his fight. Blinking, they left him just as quickly. Seeing she was healing him he looked down toward the wounds that were filling back up with parts of his body once more. As she slacked and her breathing grew shallow, he sat up a little more, listening to her speak before lifting up his right hand, staring at the palm before closing his fist.

" Orihime should have done that." The Arrancar in a faint voice. Looking toward Layla he listen to what she had to say " Yes. Now I do not feel so weak. What happened to me... Was necessary. I followed my orders. What came after was meant to happen. It is useless to be sorry about such things. Especially when you were not there." Ulquiorra spoke, coldly before moving to sit up, watching her. As he was staring he let a silence spread between the two of them before speaking " Then I shall bring you home. For helping me."

As soon as Dash had gotten home from the gym, he plopped faced up on the bed and covered his eyes.  Why the hell would I tear up?  What' s wrong with me?  He sprawled himself across his bed and shoved his face in the pillow.

How can I enjoy being around him so much if it makes me feel this way.  Why do I even feel that way in the first place?  Dash turned his face into his pillow and groaned out loud to release a knot in his stomach.  My whole life I've tried to like girls, but I just can't... and I thought guys were attractive since I was, like, 12.  But, only when I was alone and stuff... that doesn't make me gay, it's just something I have to get over.

He grabbed his phone and stared into the lock screen.  I wish someone could clear things up for me... but if I can't even do that for myself, who can?  Dash, feeling another tear coming on, wiped it off his face again. I'm a wreck... I'm straight, it's so obvious.  Just look at yourself, Dash, you're obviously straight.  You're just giving yourself a hard time over nothing.  You're irrational.

Dash nervously ruffled his own hair and slammed his hand angrily into his pillow.  "Enough sobbing into my own tears," he spoke out loud.  He unlocked his phone and began a text message to Layla.

Hey, Layla.  Do you want to come over?  I want to ask you for advice, if that's okay.