[ When Ai returns to the living room... well, not a lot has changed. The sofa is still stained with blood, which isn't too surprising, since Oberon has never ever cleaned up the place... but more than that, it's empty. His cloak, bloodied and wet, is still exactly where Ai left it when she retreated.
The rain outside has slowed to a halt, no longer beating heavily against the windows. The sky is still dark, but it won't be long until it starts to brighten. They had fought late into the night, after all.
But none of that really matters, does it? He's not here. ]
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The rain outside has slowed to a halt, no longer beating heavily against the windows. The sky is still dark, but it won't be long until it starts to brighten. They had fought late into the night, after all.
But none of that really matters, does it? He's not here. ]