
"Do you know the consequences?!"
Instantly Crist exclaimed and gripped both of my shoulders until his back hit the back of the bench, also the sound of a glass bottle falling and its contents rustling. I was very surprised by his sudden action but from here, finally knowing what he was afraid of even my eyes that had widened back flat as before.
"I know .. After all all my memories have come back and are neatly organized."
"Why then? Didn't you ever try to remember, hey, Red? What if you end up forgetting?!"
"Because I've come back to remember, I want this." I kept looking towards him who was faithful staring at the mark of disbelief and slightly relaxed my gaze. "If it's not dealt with immediately .. I could endanger someone else, more than it did to you."
After a few minutes he took off both hands and stepped back. Then began to laugh very awkwardly in a way like wanting to fix the glasses but because it had not worn it for a long time, ended up closing the eyes with the right hand.
Crist was wrong.
He cleared his throat once and said, "Ah, yes, actually we - the Consulting Department - have been thinking about and preparing for your problems since you arrived in Vaughan. From day to day, we collect data about you so that it is ready for the moment by providing a special space. If you want to do therapy, we are ready at any time. Do I want to take you now?"
Crist acted like things never happened, so I followed.
"Yes, thank you, Crist." And I stood up from sitting.
Before that, I pulled her hand until she turned her head towards me. Then back to the gold stamp letter. His eyes turned sad in a split second, then carved out a smile.
Fake smile.
"Oh, I forgot, let me take care of the letter."
After that we started leaving the room and I followed Crist who walked first.
However, before long there were feet clad in black pantofel galloping fast at the end of the hallway there. Walking so straightforwardly that anyone who heard directly stepped away from the front because of the unusual aura felt, very thick wibawanya especially red eyes like blood keep staring straight. Lucian Head Master. His whereabouts were followed by Professor Kaidan who followed in panic.
"I heard what happened." And he stopped right in front of us. "You know what happened to you, right? So what's your decision? If I want to heal then I will let, if not .. I will finish you, right now."
Hearing that, Professor Kaidan's footsteps gasped in a somewhat furious expression. "Lucian, what are you saying?! What's not--"
"I'm not talking as your brother right now. I speak as a leader" he said in an unusually cold accent and instantly, the whole hallway became silent.
"He's a threat, and I refuse to lose more members than we've suffered. If he doesn't have the will to be better, then I won't stay put." Then the gleaming red eyes looked right at me, like they were piercing straight at the heart. "He hurt a lot of people. And as a leader, it's my job to make a choice whether he's valuable or not."
Suddenly a faint whistling sound flew in, begging me to glance-uh, Daniel? He sat on a bench on the edge of the hallway, incessantly grinning wide staring in this direction. Cecil beside her looked worried. Has the prosthetic hand damage been dealt?
"Sorry to interrupt" said Crist, who looked nervous as usual but this time was different, very brave.
"Red already knows his mistake and he wants to change, this is real evidence." Then his hand raised the special letter.
But it doesn't seem like that's what the head of the organization wants, because both hands are still behind the back with eyes out of me. "I don't need a sheet of paper. I want to hear it directly from him. Say, in your own voice Red Sirius. Tell me you want it."
"Yes." Yeah."
And the faces of the people who filled the hallway changed, as Crist bowed lethargic; professor Kaidan closed his eyes and sighed; Daniel grinned even more; Cecil hid himself to the blonde; and; Head Master Lucian nodded in understanding.
"Then make sure everything we do is worth it. Don't waste it."
He finally stepped back to pass us. However, before it could stop and say, "Kaidan, Crist, make this a final warning for the two of you. I don't need a split loyalty."
Love and responsibility are not easy, are they?
Then I stood up again, looking at the body until the leader began to move away from where we were standing. Looks like I'm going to see Fate. A few minutes later Professor Kaidan followed.
"Now." Crist's voice echoed, making me turn towards him. "We continue the journey?"
I nodded and went back to tailing.
Minutes passed and I heard Crist breathing deeply. "Pak Lucian's nature is quite complicated, huh?"
I, who was busy looking around, started directing attention to him.
"His behavior is sometimes childish. But behind that, he was very fair and understood at what time to act like."
"Because he attaches great importance to the happiness and safety of all his members," I reply, "if you want to be fair, sometimes you have to sacrifice something."
And Crist laughed dryly. "I didn't know you understood this."
"I was also surprised by my own words. Maybe, I finally understood something after a lot of things passed. My memory has improved anyway."
Suddenly silence soared; Crist did not reply to say just answer yes, just keep going and continue to follow anyway.
Actually not really understand where we are going because the place taken is quite winding, such as entering a special iron door; down some stairs; through an unfamiliar neon hallway.
"Now through this path? Actually your special ward is underground because it can't be careless people enter later, including me." Again, I heard a faint sound. "Maybe today's the last day I see you."
Could be I'm still alive later, right? But there is also the possibility of not surviving. So I chose silence. Every now and then, looking down at this unique, flaming floor.
I hope that Crist or anyone does not forget that I am a stranger to them, including to this world.
"Well, remember Daniel's words about selfish people? It has a point."
Spontaneously I raised my face to look right at him.
"Know the letters and data of the disease you suffered? I'm actually lazy to take care of it." Then he laughed a little. "If it hadn't been told by Miss Caterine, I might have long thrown away that useless letter. Well, in the end you said it yourself to Mr. Lucian, didn't you?"
From the beginning, I didn't know his facial expression. Only a wide back and long purple hair waving softly could be seen.
"Unlike my outsiders, you could say, I'm a dirty person."
Crist finally turned to me even with a look. The gaze of the deep blue eyes revealed an oddity over the unusual grin.
"Looking at you suffering makes me think 'luckily not living like this guy' and start helping you. You know, in my eyes you look low."