o6

[fratermaior]

[It's all audio, but if someone's listening, they can hear someone tearing a room apart. Books are flying, papers are falling and there's a crash here and there as whoever's on the other side of the radio tears apart a room (a library, to be precise). That someone is feverishly murmuring something, almost in a rage.]

What was her name? What was

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[hyperintuitive]

Ummm.... Sir? Are you okay?

[fratermaior]

I can't remember her name. [He sounds so distraught, and the reply is only somewhat to Tsuna. When he starts speaking again, a long pause of crashing and paper fluttering interrupting him, it's as if he's speaking to himself.]

Her hair was coppery, and long. Her eyes were blue, flecked with violet. Her skin was tan, and she was often susceptible to heat. We met on the full moon and only ever once did not watch it rise... But oh, God, what was her name!?

[hyperintuitive]

C- Calm down. I- I think this is just an event. Everyone is forgetting things. You'll remember when it's over....

[fratermaior]

[He goes quiet for a moment.]

..Are... you sure?

[video]

[fraterminor]

Aloysius, what in the hell is happening?

[audio]

[fratermaior]

I--

[Some muttering, but the words are obscured by another round of books tumbling.]

Her name is gone.

[video]

[fraterminor]

Whose name is gone, Aloysius?

[audio]

[fratermaior]

[His voice is very quiet, and breaks.] ...My wife.

[angel_junk]

Gertrude.

[fratermaior]

[For a moment, there's absolute, encompassing silence. If Bhamba cares to listen closely, he may be able to hear Pendergast's cat-like footfalls across the room, very pointed and decisive, picking through the carnage of his library. A base, animalistic snarl leaves his throat, now very close to the microphone, and it's clear he means every word.]

Do. Not. Mock. Me.

[angel_junk]

Edna?

[fratermaior]

[Another feral growl, and he snaps off the transmission.]

[2ndhandlion]

Who's name?

[fratermaior]

My wife's name. She- [his voice breaks and he goes quiet.] ...has been dead for some time.

[2ndhandlion]

... The mansion made me forget my wife once. I wrote her name on her picture.

[Although his tone implies that he still doesn't forgive himself for that.]

[fratermaior]

...I..

[Very, very quiet.]

I'm currently investigating her murder case. I-- thirteen years, and I cannot recall her name.