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"I never know with Edward." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've fought man battles by his side, yet I still can't read him."
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Alice frowned. "He seems so sad." Her fingers twitched with the sudden urge to play her violin and she tensed. Twisting this way and that. "No." She said. "No. No. No. My violin...it's gone. Probably still at the construction site."

Alice let out a sigh, hugging Sam. "Thank you." She said. "You have no idea how grateful I am." She released Sam and held her violin tightly. It was her comfort object.

Mimicry blinked. She hadn't expected yelling. "What the fu-" She whispered, following Edward's voice.

Mim sighed, joining Sam on the ground. "Here I was, worried I'd have to knock some sense into him." She looked at Alice, who watched Edward rather solemnly. She couldn't help but feel alittle sad herself. For different reasons, of course. She looked down at the mark on her hand and smiled. "Rin." Mim sighed. "I miss him." She missed Gregory too. And Mina. And Gage.

"Good ol' self-loathing, Eddy." Mim said as she stretched across the floor. It had been a long day. "Atleast, we faced him. I have to say, Banshee was brilliant."

Mim just stayed where she was, staring at the ceiling. She didn't want to use Sergei's facilities, though she'd been offered. She just didn't feel like she'd earned such kindness. Mim had left them, everyone. Even Rin.
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Alice sighed and followed after Edward. They needed time together. Though her head was killing her, she knew she couldn't pass this by.

"I missed you too, Edward." She said. It had been days since they'd been able to have a decent conversation and she missed that. She wasn't certain of her feelings for Lanius EXACTLY, but she was Edward's mate and she did know that she loved him. "Why did you take so long?" She whispered.
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Mim had moved herself from the floor and wandered the halls now, admiring the tapestries and portraits. "I hope Gregory gets here soon." She whispered, trying to ease the growing worry in the pit of her stomach. It was foolish of her, to leave him behind, but Sergei had taught Gregory well and Gregory did know how to take care of himself. But when your child died in your arms once, well, once was enough. "Don't think like that." She growled, chastising herself. "He's a strong child, my Gregory."
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Elsewhere, Gregory hadn't reached the mansion yet, but he could see it. And smiled. He hadn't changed much, but there were suttle changes. Such as, his white-blonde hair brushed his shoulders now. And he'd gotten stronger, capable of holding the sword Sergei had given him with one hand, rather than needing support with his second hand. "I'm almost home, father." He said, gazing down at the purple-black ring and quickening his pace.

"Actually, he let me out of the dark and we discussed books and tea parties..." She smiled. "I didn't have my own violin, so he allowed me to choose one to play." Alice sighed and ran her fingers through her short black hair. "It wasn't as bad as I had anticipated, Edward."
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Mimicry finished walking the mansion. It was all beautiful. Another reason she didn't belong. She combed through her white-blonde hair with her scarred fingers, watching the curls spring into place. She was a vagabond and a warrior. Being surrounded with such luxury made her feel as though she didn't deserve it. "Your getting distracted again, Mim." She mumbled. "Focus on Lanius. He escaped our attack. And we need to convince Sergei that he isn't so nice. But how? If only Alice hadn't healed those head wounds. Then maybe..."