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[lord_albatou]

Dilandau is in the outskirts of the Nexus, sitting on a bench and tracing patterns in the ground with his boot. He hasn't been able to bring himself to re-enter the main area just yet; he can't face all of the people there, and he knows it. His eyes are quite a bit clearer than before, however, and his movements aren't nearly as lethargic

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[dr_stranger]

If ever there were someone who should not happen to come by right now, it's Schreber.

Unfortunately, the Nexus has never much cared for what should or shouldn't happen.

So here he is, on his way to the main part of the Nexus, planning to ask a question he can't quite get into words yet. He looks a little dazed as well, but more from shock than boredom. And then he sees who's on the bench, who he's about to walk past.

Schreber stops and turns, very slowly, straightening a little.

Two unscarred, cold blue eyes bore into Dilandau's skull.

"Are you satisfied, Dilandau?" His voice is quiet and absolutely flat, but his lip curls into a faint, sour smile. "Is this what you wanted? What you planned for?"

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[lord_albatou]

Dilandau hears the voice, but it takes a few moments for it to register. There's something increasingly familiar about it accentuated by each word, but he can't quite place it. There's something different.

His eyes stare ahead for a second, unfocused, before it finally hits him.

"You," he hissses. He definitely knows it Schreber now, despite his physical changes. He knows it's Screber and he knows that

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT.

His hand immediately goes for the sword at his waist.

[dr_stranger]

Schreber flinches when Dilandau goes for the sword, but for once he's not that intimidated. He knows exactly where he is, and exactly who he's talking to, and the knee-jerk

(I won't make trouble I promise)

is, just this once, swallowed up by something else entirely.

"You can't hurt me," Schreber says evenly, shaking his head. "I am not one of your soldiers. I am not going to--" he snorts softly-- "consent."

[lord_albatou]

Dilandau feels a small pang somewhere in his stomach.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, looking at Schreber somewhat bewilderedly because he HATES THIS, he hates when people seem to know things that make him jump and grimace that he can't even UNDERSTAND.

His teeth are clenched, and he tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword, but doesn't move to take it from its sheath. He's well aware of the AV field's presence, yet there is a strange sort of security in this, and like hell he's letting go.