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[she keeps an eye on Ren as much as she is able, after. . . well. everything. but from the moment he steals off to Red's room until Sunday, she also gives him the space he needs. they interact briefly when Ren approaches her to have her help him distribute his letter (good, she thinks, he's still working). and when she's done with that task, she seeks him out for a lengthier talk]

["how are you feeling" is a stupid, insensitive question. and so she starts out with something else]


. . . you've been keeping busy.

[it's an idle comment, but there's approval in her tone. approval and. . . relief]
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[it's a rough, rough weekend]

[she follows Ichigo when he ushers Ren off during the execution. stays by their sides for as long as she is able, before Ren eventually steals off on his own somewhere else. she gives it a day-- twenty-four hours for her to collect her own thoughts, and for Ichigo to do the same-- before she seeks him out again]

[Usagi's crystal is heavy in her pocket. she rests her hand over it, as though it is a reminder of the long road they have yet to travel]


May we talk, Ku-- . . . Ichigo?
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[whaaaaaaat a day]

[after some rest, after some yelling, after some quiet time where she thinks about their choices alone, Mitsuru chases Ren down for the talk he promised her. wherever he might be, she starts with an easy question]


Do you feel any better?
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[when all is said and done, Mitsuru excuses herself from the crowd. she wanders aimlessly around the camp grounds until her feet somehow, someway, bring her to the beach near the lake. and there she stands while facing the now-calm waters, arms folded, eyes closed and head bowed]

[she could probably use a pep talk, or two]
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[Thursday night comes, settling upon them like a blanket, and Mitsuru is out and about on her now-weekly Thursday night patrolling. but this time, she doesn't go alone! what's up Thursday patrol fam, how are you doing tonight]

[at any rate, Mitsuru herself is idly circling the outer areas of camp, looking both alert and yet pensive all in one]
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[much like Ren, she gives Shirou time. more of it, though. in fact, it isn't until Sunday morning, well after breakfast, that Mitsuru approaches]

Emiya? Good morning.
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[she gives him time, as she had silently promised. some hours after they've finished poking at Red's cell phone. it's late. too late. they should be sleeping. but some Dark Hour habits die hard, and Mitsuru is wide awake]

[she seeks Ren out wherever he may be, totally expecting him to. . . well. expect her]


There's another matter we should discuss.

[straight to business]
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[. . . once things have calmed down, once others have taken care of Natsume and Clarke and the redheaded twins, Mitsuru. . . silently seeks Ashikawa out. wherever he may be in the camp, she approaches, arms folded and expression serious]

Ashikawa.

[. . .]

Are you all right?
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[sometime late afternoon, after Mitsuru finishes practicing her fencing skills, but well before the sun sets, Mitsuru makes her way back to cabin one to prepare for her post-curfew patrol. it's a good thing she and Shirou share a cabin, because she probably runs into him as she's headed that way]

Ah-- hello again, Emiya. We keep meeting like this.

[DESTINY]

[or it's b/c the camp is a small area and they share a living space]
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[it's no surprise that a day after some. . . revelations and another moose assault occur, Mitsuru requests to meet with Natsume and Lenka again. to discuss their poor defense of their poor three cabins]

I'll be perfectly honest.

[oh. that's not a great start]

. . . I'm not certain where we're supposed to go from here.
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[Kon might not be Ichigo, but Ichigo had suffered a pretty hard blow at that trial, hadn't he? and she had seen how badly Kon had reacted to it. and so. . . she approaches him, sometime after the fire has dwindled and people have gone to bed, just to check in]

Have you had a moment to speak with your brother?
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[there wasn't a single person who wasn't upset after the events of the trial, Mitsuru included. but as emotionally drained as she was, she's acutely aware there are others-- others who were closer to Talcott-- who are probably feeling it in ways she can't even comprehend]

[. . . and, heck. she's no stranger to loss. not after. . . everything that happened at home. and maybe that's why she seeks Ren out, once the campfire party has dwindled, and people have returned to their cabins]


Were you two close?

[him and Talcott, she means. it's a stupid question; she saw that kiss earlier. but she has to break the ice somehow]
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[she waits until the campfire party is over (one she was mysteriously absent from, if only because she needed a walk to clear her head), to find Lenka. the only comfort she could have offered after Talcott's execution was quiet company. she isn't sure she can do much better now, but. . . well]

[she'll try]


Utsugi.

[wherever he is, she's approaching]

. . . how are you feeling?
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[Mitsuru isn't at the post-trial campfire. at least, not for long. she makes an appearance to listen to what Richie had to say about the lake kittens, and then vanishes again to clear her head]

[and it's after the fire has slowly dwindled, after everyone has let the events of the day sink in like rocks in a river, that she seeks out Ichigo. she's bad at comfort, but. . .]

[she knows he's hurting]


Kurosaki.

[her greeting is short and a bit awkward]

Would you care to take a walk with me this evening?
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[it had been a long and emotionally exhausting day]

[Mitsuru doesn't attend the campfire post-trial party immediately. not that she was angry or upset at anyone, but she needed some time to clear her head, to allow herself to focus on the task at hand. it was only week two, out of. . . what, a promised eight weeks? would every single week after this be just as harrowing and daunting?]

[she walks, more towards the lodge than anything else, allowing her feet to guide her and her mind to wander. she looks lost in thought, but hey. she can be bothered!]
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