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"Oh gee, quite a few new faces. It's going to be a pretty big task trying to keep up," Levy said aloud, smiling at the group before her.

    Slender fingers absently brushed against the plush at hand in private remuneration. “—…Seems like centuries ago, had things not changed,” she softly divulged. Her history would remain personal and unspoken, but  she allowed him a glimpse of the shadows. Slender arms shifted as they hugged her companion as if to ward off the cold and sudden self-consciousness. Timeline had shifted but she'd never bothered to see the new life he had. Becoming involved in someone's life always brought disaster to them, she'd deprive him of that this time; reason for it would never be said out loud or known.

                       Just how many lives had she strolled into without a single care.

     Reminiscing was quickly cut short, she wasn’t able to think straight. Multitude of stars and bright, glaring lights danced in her vision as she tried her best to keep walking straight. She could only manage one or two thoughts at a time; any more and she’d get an extra headache to add on top of the one that was currently pounding on the insides of her head.

     ”—Nngh.” What was happening? Was she… sick? No. She was immortal, and being the bearer of the Code meant that she wasn’t vulnerable to any kind of illnesses nor diseases. But this, she knew, was more than just the average common cold. No this had happened once before, that group of people that once tried capturing her. They contained an upper hand with their newly found device, it might not have had the power to kill her but it unleashed something much worse.

                         Her precious companion quickly made contact with the pavement as it was released from her grip. Oh she'd have to apologize for that later.

     Hands grasped roughly at her forehead, feeling a sheen layer of sweat right over her fevered forehead. Her body was reacting harshly to something given to her, she was able to make out that much. Her thoughts were broken as a loud, crashing sound shook her out of her reverie— was that a trash can that she had knocked over?

          Placing a slender hand on a bricked wall, the witch stopped to catch her breath. Her legs felt like molten lead, moving sluggishly through honey— thick, golden honey the shade of her eyes, now closed in weariness and concentration. The sudden footsteps around her were ringing loud in her head. The device may have had it's perk against the geass but it was no tracker.

                      She had to move, she had to run before they found her.