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It was rare that Kyouya had a day off, even on the weekend. But what had brought him to the Kodansha garden, just past the cathedral? Difficult to say ... he'd ensconced himself on one of the park benches tucked under the delicate leaves of a Japanese maple, and had been spending time writing, looking up and around for several minutes, then writing again.

When he looked up this time, though, as if lifting away from the stream of words, he was startled to see a familiar figure collapsed on the ground nearby. Truth be told, his first thought was How did I miss her arrive?, followed by, Is she all right?

The notebook and pen disappeared into one pocket, and he automatically reached into a different one for his cell phone as he rose, the concern that he might need to dial for an ambulance or her father hiding itself under reflective lenses. He came over, carefully making enough noise for his presence to be noticed, before calling to the white-haired girl. "Miss Arillena? Are you all right?"

That calm, practiced poker face served Kyouya well. While he'd been expecting some sort of problem, this certainly hadn't been what had first come to mind, though he parlayed it with the conversation he'd had with Arillena's father, and supposed it could make some amount of sense.

"I'm not sure I understand," he said carefully, lowering himself to sit near her. "Why are you not supposed to exist?" On the surface, it sounded like some of the existential mourning and philosophy that pretty much every teenager got into at some point -- Kyouya himself not entirely excepted, though he preferred not to think about it. Those particular journal pages got burned in disgust when he found them a second time.

Kyouya let her speak, listening attentively and not making any immediate judgements. Rather, he absorbed the stream of words, letting them sift deeply into that steel-trap mind of his. Regardless of what was going on with Miss Arillena, or Miss Allyra (whichever it was, and that niggling reminder about the color of her hair still bothered him -- but that was not relevant right now -- ), there was clearly something very deeply wrong with the young lady, at least emotionally at the moment.

It was only when her words finally slowed to a halt, and he had had a moment to process them, that he parted his lips to speak. Those sharp, dark eyes remained riveted to her face, studying her with all the intensity that belonged to Kyouya Ootori, though his words remained quiet and level, evoking a deep, calming stillness. "Why do you think you're not a real person, Allyra-san? Just because someone told you so?"

Kyouya studied her gravely, before rising to stand at her shoulder, his reflection adjoining hers in the water. "And who's to say that they told you the truth?" It was rare that he touched people, but he laid a slim-fingered hand on the girl's shoulder, the sensation helping to anchor them in the real world, not just in her mind. "You seem real enough to me."

A small, knowing smile lurked in the corners of his mouth. "And I'm not exactly one known for hallucinations." The smile disappeared, slowly, as he caught the dark chuckle and the ominous tone to her words.

"Not true," he pointed out levelly, though perhaps there was just a whisper of steel under that velvety-smooth voice of his. "There are plenty of people who would notice if you disappeared, and most would be rather distraught about it. You wouldn't relieve anyone; instead all you would do is make them frantic with worry about you, regardless of your method of disappearance." It didn't matter which of her personalities he was speaking to; the words were intended for both.

Kyouya chuckled softly, glad to see the sparkle in Ari? -- Ally? -- the girl's eyes come to life again. "Wishing is one thing, but it won't get you very far without the work to accomplish it, too." he reminded her. "Of course, given what it sounds like, I think the warden ought to let you out early for good behavior," he teased her gently.

He squeezed her shoulder very lightly, and let his hand drop away, now that she seemed more grounded. "Why wouldn't things be okay? You know what you need to do, don't you?"

His first instinct, as she dropped back to her knees, arms wrapped around her waist, was to reach both for her and again, for that cell phone, for an emergency call. She must be ill. Nauseous? Feverish, maybe. His eyes widened slightly as he reconsidered the entire strange conversation in a terrifying light. Tell me she didn't poison herself before she got here...! The phone was in his hand before he realized it, flipped open with his fingers immediately poised to dial.

Crouching down next to her, he nodded firmly. "Yes. You're right, we're never alone. Allyra, look at me. What's wrong? Are you unwell?"

Fine? There's no way on earth you're fine ..... Before what? ... He didn't even have time to process before his fingers were rapidly blurring over the keypad and the phone was to his ear. "Ootori. I need medical assistance. Classmate. Unconscious. The Kodansha garden, by the lake. NOW."

He tossed the phone back in his pocket. Even at the rate he knew his people could arrive, it would still be a few minutes. He reached to roll her over onto her side so that her air passage wasn't blocked, and tucked his coat under her head to elevate it slightly. He touched her forehead with the back of his wrist, compared her warmth to his own -- no fever, at least, and her pulse seemed steady. If nothing else, it gave him something to do as he nervously impatiently waited for the medical team to arrive or for her to rouse.