[For a long time, Laharl just stands there, seething at the flower. He would never admit it, but just seeing the flower is bringing back the pain of when she died because of him. HIS failures. HIS faults. And she had paid the price. He couldn't bear to stay in the same room for too long really.]
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Date: 2009-12-31 05:11 am (UTC)From:Just move. NOW.