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Oh, no.

Of course Mitarai’s book would fall away from his grip, flopping down too close to another person’s personal space to reach. And of course, that book was a library copy, and thus he couldn’t just forget about it and move on. And... yeah, it was dropped near a particularly intimidating-looking woman. Damn it!

“That way that you speak.” Claire leaned off the wall he had been stuck up against, swiftly turning around the corner to come face to face with the girl he had been trailing for about three blocks now, after hearing her ask for directions.

Staring at the girl, he just stayed where he was, wondering if she was even worth his trouble. He’d been needing a good meal for a while now in the city. The random people he’d plucked off the street weren’t exactly satisfying, and someone with more of a prominence would fill him up more, he was sure.

The issue was figuring out just which humans were worth it enough to fill him up.

So, he just stared at the girl, waiting to see if she did anything exemplary for the time being. Right now she only exhibited horrible makeup to be in shape and rather chatty, having been glued to... Something. He’d been given one, he wasn’t sure what it was called, but it was used for communication. That much he knew. She must be talking to many people if she hadn’t looked up for that long.

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Of all events that had occurred recently, this was a strange one. The earthquake had caused him to come out in order to protect not only himself but his double---of whom while strong, was not strong enough to keep from falling rubble. He didn’t like being out, not one bit, but survival was priority right now.

And speaking of priority, he felt a need to...ensure someone else’s.

This was strange---he didn’t know what this feeling was. Something warm in his chest told him to go look for her, to make sure she was safe. Nothing of the past itch that clawed at him, told him if she were gone, he would be safe. He would be that much closer to erasing the past. No, now he wished to preserve this one inkling of the past, the one reminder of her. Quite frankly he felt like this change could cause him to be sick.

Regardless, his feet carried him to search for the short haired girl, making entirely sure to stay out of anyone else’s line of sight along the way (he may have suddenly grown fond of his daughter, but that did not mean he would risk his identity for her). Eyes scanning as they went, hands moving rubble where they could, they locked onto the girl. She seemed fine at first glance, but that was never telling enough.

Quickly making his way over to her, he grabbed firm on her shoulder, not caring to announce himself.

“Trish,” he stated, voice low. His gaze did not deter from it’s normal glare, though it soon softened as he leaned down towards her level.

“My dearest Trish... Are you alright?”