bennu.

Alone taking a specific interest in another Spectre was probably another one of his whimsies. Kagaho had been told about their encounter, and then instructed to make sure that she was holding up her end of the bargain some time later. Although it wasn't normally something that would interest him, Kagaho was curious about what had drawn Alone to her, in the first place He'd been given permission to test her as he saw fit.

The manor that the girl was living in was actually a bit isolated from the nearest settlement, but she would come if she felt his cosmos, surely. He'd been careful to select a time when the Gemini Saint was away; having witnessed how troublesome they could be firsthand, it was better to eliminate the possibility of being interrupted altogether.

Kagaho and his brother were both born in Japan, but sometime after they were orphaned, the two of them ended up on a ship to the Netherlands. Kagaho and his brother escaped when it came to port, and lived on the streets of Amsterdam, just barely surviving.

Because of this, Kagaho can speak both Japanese and Dutch (and Greek) fluently. However, he has a tendency to forget words or phrases in all three of the languages he speaks, which is sometimes why he doesn’t talk much or ends conversations abruptly. (Aside from just not giving a shit.)

“I know it’s not my place to make demands,” there was strain, an edge to Kagaho’s words, but the hand that touched Alone’s face was soft, tilting his head by the chin, “but I wish you’d call on me for situations like this.”

Even as he said it, though, he knew that it couldn’t have been an option. There was something too deeply rooted between those two. He was still furious with himself for being too late to interfere, especially looking at Alone now, the angry claw marks that were dragged down the side of his face. The longer he looked at it, the more that feeling seemed to fester, like his body might begin to quake with the strength of it.

Kagaho closed his eyes and exhaled slowly to unravel a bit of the tightness in his chest. Then, lifted a damp cloth to start dabbing at the wound.

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