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[sadpoem]

[Omori waits the prescribed three days, then shows up at Adam's door. He doesn't have a knife in his hand, at least (it's in his pocket).

[He knocks, then waits.]

[nolube]

[Of the people Adam expects to come calling, Omori certainly isn’t on the list. Perhaps it’s optimistic, but when he hears the rapping against the door he thinks it might be Night Sky or Lehna - someone that might have noticed him missing - or Xie Lian come to tend to his rat friend.

Despite the state he’s in, there’s certainly no harm in answering the door.]

I’m coming - just - one sec -

[He peels himself out of bed (he’s stayed in there ever since he dragged his sorry self back) and stumbles to the door. He’s out of moonglow. He’s painfully sober.]

Hey -

[He opens the door, and all blood drains from his face. His optimism lies dead in a ditch. For a good moment, he says nothing - what the fuck does anyone say in this situation? ‘Hi, remember when you killed me?’

He settles for something.]

What - what are you doing here?

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[Adam is afraid of him.

[That makes sense. It isn't a bad thing.

[Omori resents it, though. He'd really tried to do the right thing.]

We should talk.

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[Without missing a beat-]

You think?

[He leans on the doorframe, recovering somewhat he still quite shaky.]

A lot’s happened since we last saw each other.

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You went to Hell. [He's heard of it.] Right?

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Yeah. Had fun.

[He’s being sarcastic.]

Didn’t see you there. You make it out alive?

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Yes.

Let me inside.

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[He eyes up Omori.]

Got any knives on you?

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[Omori's gaze sharpens, lips drawing into a thin line.]

Of course I do.

[He feels he shouldn't have to say "I'm not going to hurt you," - he's not. He only did because he had to.]

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[Adam considers this.]

…Just keep it in your pocket, okay? I’m feeling a little sensitive right now.

[And he leans out of the doorway to let Omori in.]

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[He won't remove it from his pocket if he doesn't have to. Omori slips in. He waits for the door to close before speaking again.]

Sunny can't know.

[nolube]

What, about killing me?

[It’s remarkably easy to say out loud, despite the wound being so fresh.]

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Yes.

[nolube]

[Not that he’s itching to talk about how he had to get mercy killed by a child, but…]

Why the secret?

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[Omori sits down on the floor, crossing his legs. He rests his arms on Sunny's knees, hands dangling, limp and knife-less, between.]

Sunny is weak.

He can't handle the truth.

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Why? It’s not like he’s the one that did it.

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He'll blame himself.

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Sounds like something he’s gotta work on.

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[At this, Omori lifts his head. His glare is too cold for the face that wears it, built for things like timidness and uncertainty. Sunny's eyes look like dark voids.]

Sunny is mine. I know what's best.

You don't know anything.

Don't tell him, Adam. Don't tell anyone.

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Sure, fine. [He sounds a little reluctant, a little bratty, but he agrees.] I won’t tell anyone. As far as they’re concerned I got squished flat by Godzilla.

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[Omori's gaze drops to his lap again. He glares, pale forehead wrinkling. The boy's hands grip his pant legs. His words come out childish, petulant, stubborn.]

It's his fault.

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[Adam looks confused.]

How? He wasn’t even there. Well - not technically, anyway.

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[Omori doesn't look up, fabric twisting in his fists.]

He's weak. He can't run. We would have gotten away.

[nolube]

[He supposes that is probably something he can blame Sunny for, sure, but it feels a little…excessive?]

Until they caught up with us five minutes later. Let’s be honest, there’s no way we were both gonna make it out of that in one piece.

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[A pale hand comes up to wipe something away from the boy's eyes. He shakes his head, stubborn, resolute.]

It's his fault.

I had to...

[It's important to say "sorry" when you've done something wrong, Omori knows, but he didn't do anything wrong. He saved Adam the only way he knew how...]