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Maybe if Ofelia wasn't too busy still emptying the contents of her stomach all over the floor she would have given Sasha a proper apology (why did she looked familiar Ofelia wasn't sure she didn't think they knew one another formally) but instead all she could manage was a sour smile and a sheepish shrug of her shoulders to indicate she was sorry before she vomited again. Also what was the glare was it really needed WATCH WHERE YOU WALK! Is totally what she thought be never said. She still couldn't talk with a mouth full of bile. It had to be her nerves that was causing it, her inability to accept what was going on with her body rather than her mind, and she kept heaving as she tried to make it to the door.

Actually, she didn't really move because a trail of puke would be the worst thing in the world to add to this room full of sobbing people. At least she wasn't crying or punching the floor or hanging on a loved one like the world was ending. Even with Rue's tablet in her arms her eyes didn't water, she didn't feel a longing or anything else. Some people looked worried, haunted that they were going to die now without their shields or the voices of their weapons in their heads, but Ofelia . . .well, a break from Rue without the added effects of insanity was a welcome break. No more cackling, no more egging her on to try something stupid and end up in a horrible state.

Silence. Bliss.

Ofelia was probably going to go crazy with the quiet before too long. Rue was the constant in her life, probably the only one, and with her gone it was only a matter of time before a part of her wanted the noise back. It would be a small part, likely a section that she didn't know existed, but it'd be there.

When her stomach seemed properly empty she wiped her mouth with the tail end of her shirt, the ripped up fabric only serving to remind her that she'd worked hard to save two students who likely ended up dead anyway. Of course death was a complete and final thing in Halloween and that thought pissed her off. . . somewhat. Here at Deus they had two bodies and lord knows if the students at Amity were already reforming. Unfair, and irritating.

After finishing wiping up and maybe fuming a little more on the inside, Ofelia squeezed tight Rue's tablet and started to look around. Although she didn't want to lean on someone and sob and have them try to reassure her that everything was okay there was still a faint want of being next to someone. They didn't have to hug, she easily settle for holding hands, and so the red-headed teen started scanning the area for a certain Mist hunter who'd spent the mission at her side. Ofelia really, really hoped Before was okay.

"Okay then." She waited for him to move first, standing and brushing herself off. She was being quiet, just like she'd been asked. Smiling, even if it hid her worry, her concern. Solia didn't know what the right thing to do was anymore. So, she simply did what was wanted.

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A hand was placed on Jerry's shoulder, a familiar worn sort of hand. The other was still in a sling, and to be honest, the attached Sun lead looked like he had been placed into a blender and then set to puree. He nodded slowly to Ofie, and then the infamous trio.

"Jerry-kun, Ofie-chan," his tone was softer than usual, worn raw, maybe from having spent the last hour nonstop detailing his personal experience - perhaps the greatest question of where exactly he had been, "You are proud Sun Hunters. No, all of you are still, and always will be Hunters, and nakama. There are some things nothing can erase, no matter how permanent it seems, and that includes your bonds." It was pretty obvious what he was talking about: this was Allan after all.

The Sun lead shuffled for a second, shifting positions, before pulling out a simple necklace. It glowed on its own for a bit, there was no mistaking as to what exactly it was. The smile was a little more encouraging. "Be strong for each other, so when they return, you won't make them sad okay?"

It wasn't an if, it was a when, and a very adamant accent on that one word. Allan instinctively tried to fish in his coat -that wasn't there - for something else, most likely Pocky or whatever confection he usually carried in stacks, but was quickly called away by several other Death Hunters attempting to figure out the situation. Oddly enough, Mark looked mostly nervous, and kept on hiding behind two other Hunters who looked like they were about to lynch him any second.

For a second, as if reacting to the Sun lead's presence, the tablets closest to him seemed to stir, just a second, a small hiccup, as if shifting dreams. They would call to them again, like they always did, choose them again, like they always did because they had chosen them already.

Sherry was a bit surprised when Jake didn't directly respond. But her relief outweighed anything else, right then. She just didn't know how much she could take. After a long moment he did speak, but Sherry wasn't entirely sure it was meant for her. Even if it was, she didn't know how she would respond- what could she say to something like that?

She was aware of another person approaching, and suddenly Tori was there, giving her a hug. "Tori!" She returned the embrace, still striving for some semblance of not being quiet so lonely. "You made it, too. Thank goodness." Something else Sherry could count as a good thing. Right now, she needed all she could get.

She was aware of Jake leaving. I really don't think he wants to be my friend, she put words into the thought, and half expected a response. The silence that followed was deafening.

"Tori," Sherry said, pushing back out of the hug, "do you think they'll be okay?" She was asking about the weapons.

It was hard not to notice the group of hunters around the statue, and it even managed to grab the attention of Jason, whom looked up dully as Mark stood in front of the statue. Confused, he stood up, hearing Mark and blinking as a result.

He...had this?

Did that mean...?

He took a few steps over to get a better look, and his eyes had the slightest bit of life when he heard the words 'I know how to save him'

Only to watch as Marcus, lost his a**.

.....

If Zanthvos was here, he would of remarked just how much of a fine a** Marcus had.

Jason just stood there and...wondered just what the hell happened.

"What happened."

The first voice made Jerry's blood run cold. He turned, slowly, to half glance at Sasha's stern expression through his sweat-soaked bangs, the tremble back in his features like a cornered rodent. His mouth opened as though to answer, but once again, he had lost his voice. It was as though the stammer had grown so thick he couldn't even begin the words, all sound caught in his throat.

Sasha was here. She was unaffected, she hadn't been on the mission, judging by the barrette still in her hair. His eyes locked on it, his hands tightening on Roar's battered tablet.

The hand suddenly on his shoulder was enough to make him jump with a strangled noise in his throat, but the sound of Allan's voice made him relax ever so slightly. He turned his attention over immediately, concentrating on each word... and somehow, like always, Allan seemed to know just what to say, even with his own injuries.

They were Suns. They were Hunters. There wasn't anywhere else for them in this world but here doing what they did.

They would die doing what they did. An occupational hazard, of course, but Hunting was what they were made for.

Jerry's eyes suddenly dropped. Bix had been one of the ones who had found out about...

He dismissed those thoughts as Allan lifted his necklace, which glowed softly. He focused on the glow before suddenly something in Roar's tablet flinched. He wasn't sure what it was, nor how to describe it, but he felt it.

"When..." He repeated, the color returning to his face, his posture straightening considerably.

Allan's faith never wavered, even as he was called away. Allan's faith had not wavered when Sasha and Wash and Jordan and the rest had been abducted, and Jerry had crumbled to pieces. He watched him go, clutching the stone to his chest.

Jerry needed his faith back, in the universe, in himself, in what they did... whatever it was about Allan didn't just put a tiny hiccup of life into the dead thing in his hands, but something that had been long beaten and stomped down inside him rise up.

His mouth moved soundlessly for a moment before a quiet, weak voice piped up, "hey might burn us, They might bite us,
They might curse and scratch and claw..."

His eyes rose again, spotting Sasha before turning to Rep and Jordan and Ofelia with fresh resolve, "But we won't stop, we won't rest
Until we've gone and killed them all!"

That sang, he glanced back to Sasha, eyes straying up to her barrette again, but this time with a more soul edge to his expression, "Nothing. Nothing happened." At least nothing he was ready to share with her.

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Ariane didn't say anything more, just nodded before leading Jude out the door; silence could be comforting at times, and she was glad that he wasn't the kind of person to say too much... Especially given the situation they were in.

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