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[teaserving]

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[freshprints]

For me to find. No one else would have cared...about...

[She stays still a moment, her eyes squeezed shut, her face turned away. Her knuckles, beneath the scars, are tensed; the skin pulls tight over them, making them bulge.

Then, abruptly, she shoves away from the wall, pigtails streaming behind her like a banner as she sprints across the room and throws herself into Abbacchio's open arms, burying her face in his chest and clinging like she's never let herself otherwise.

Muffled against his body, her voice comes fractured and thin.]

...the worst...he's the worst kind of father...leaving me behind again...!

[teaserving]

[Swiftly, he catches her into an embrace, strong and holding onto her as she clings on. He holds on, determined to for once be someone else's support. Especially for her.

It must be terrible to still hold onto these feelings and never truly get much closure. If Kirigiri and her father ever spoke before the murder games, then she'd have no memory of it. Anything they built is gone, stolen from her.

It frames her request the first day they met in real perspective.

Don't abandon me.]

I'm sorry, kid.

[freshprints]

[She doesn't cry, even in her dreams. But even so, her vision still goes blurry, and with it, the rest of the room around them turns blurry too — smudging into blotches of color and shadow like ink left out in the rain. On the plus side, that means the horrific spectacle of the box gets largely blotted out, but so do the finer details of the setting as well, until the only things left with any real clarity are Abbacchio and Kirigiri themselves.

A soft violet light glows from her bare right hand, where the gemstone is usually obscured by her gloves. He's holding her now, and that's more than enough for Synchrony to begin; she clings on tight until the tempest of emotion she's been holding so tightly inside her is calmed with the infusion of his steadying reassurance, and then after a while she stops clutching and settles just for embracing.]

Even like this you're keeping your promise.

[He didn't leave her alone to this dream. Somehow, he still made sure he was at her side. He kept his promise.]

Even here like this...

[teaserving]

[A hand goes to the back of her head, cradling her and letting her hold on as she needs him. There's a lot to do to clean up his act, he realizes, but he wants be here for her. For something she never really properly had.

The feelings pour out from her, and from under his jacket his ruby glows as he responds, giving her his affection.]

I'm a lot of things, but I wouldn't break my promise to you.

I'm here, kid. I've got you.