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Who: You
When: Day 130, early afternoon
Where: wherever
What: mingling

[The air is warm and the wind outside the headquarters blows gently filled with the scents of warm earth, living plants, and the sweet perfume of flowers in the air. Just outside the doors from the HQ, there are poles set up, with strings linking them together. Suspended along the strings are a series of cast bells though only a few have papers attached to set them ringing gently in the afternoon breeze.

There is a table near the top of the entrance with more strips of paper, pens, and a note:

Your hopes and wishes may be written here, loved ones remembered, dreams recorded.

If you choose to look at the strips already hung, you'll find: "Happiness." "Peace." and "Love." ... and one in a script that cannot be read though the symbol at the bottom is a stylized flame and swirl of wind]

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... I don't want to fight you, Kotomine. Please just leave us in peace, and we'll do the same with you.

You can leave me without my paper.

No. If Dad sees it, he'll be hurt.

He doesn't have to see, and it's pretty rude to take away my wish.

... Please give it to me, Kotomine.

What would you do to get it?

What do you want me to do?

Let me kill him?

Kotomine.

Something else.

Like what?!

[A long pause. What things do Kotomines like...?

Oh.

Oh, right.]

... If you give me that piece of paper and promise not to write another one, I'll let you touch the wound from when I was shot.

You promise?

[He.... he begins to hand it over. Because gosh, yes, Emiya suffering. We're OK with this.]

I promise.

[Taking the piece of paper and shoving it into her pocket. And then just. Glancing around.]

We shouldn't do it here, though. People might see.

Then go where you want, I don't care where.

[Unless it's your apartment. Then he'll really be unhappy]

Don't you have an apartment? Let's just go there.

Well, sure, but it's a little messy.

... That doesn't really matter. Let's just go already.

[TSUN TSUN TSUN]

Wow, you're really impatient!

[Still, he'll tote her off to his now-empty apartment.

Well, it's mostly empty.

There's some dead animals, half skinned and neatly lined up against the wall.

Also a jar with someone's foot in it.]

[... Oh my god, Kotomine.]

Do you not know how to keep clean at all?

[stares back]

I used to have a tarp to put it all on, but lately I've just been scrubbing the blood off every time.

[She wants to scold him and tell him that it's no good keeping dead animals in his apartment and the tarp isn't really the issue and didn't that fake priest teach you to take care of yourself, but it can't be helped, if this is how it is I'll just clean it up, it's not like I can let you live like this anyway, honestly.

But she doesn't say any of that.]

... It's none of my business, anyway.

[Seems to be saying it more to herself than to him.]

[He doesn't think it's so bad - at any rate, he has plans for the dead things. He usually does.]

...so can I touch it?

... Yeah.

[Just. Lifting up her shirt a little. You can take off the bloody bandages yourself. Some of the blood is fresh, since the opened the wound a little when she was jumping after the paper.]

[He pulls the bandages off like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present, all the unnecessary enthusiasm included.]

I don't remember shooting you - did someone else do it?

He didn't mean to. It was when everyone was messed up.

[It's started to heal a tiny bit, but not much - at the surface it's still a nasty bleeding hole, although she's at least kept it clean.]