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[the room was mostly quiet aside from the clicking of Tomoe's knitting needles. After resisting the urge for a while, Nanako had finally fallen asleep on a nearby couch, using Abel's arm as a pillow. It was obvious that her sleep was not a restful one, but it was better than nothing (after all, the nightmares had only become more terrible in the last few days)]
Mm... [she stirs, and after a moment she sits up suddenly, looking around and rubbing her eyes. It almost seems like she's still half-asleep and terrified]
M-Mr. Abel, Ms. Tomoe we have to- [she's stops abruptly, looking across the room with a horrified expression, while her hand instinctively clutches the sleeve of Abel's cassock]
I-It's him...
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Ah--
NANAKO!!
...Little Nanako...
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