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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[There is a coin operated boy sitting on the Plane. Well, he isn't coin operated but a few people might know he's a statue now. Either way, he seems oblivious to everything around him. He has one of his sleeves rolled up and is examining his arm, which doesn't look quite human and has tiny cracks running down it. With a slight frown, he runs his hand over them but nothing happens.

After a moment he just sighs and tugs the sleeve down.]

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[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Have a curious looking Cally standing at a distance and tilting her head]

...Are ya alright?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He looks up and shakes his head.] My repairs were inadequate.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[A pause as she considers this; then edges closer - tilting her head as if trying trying to smell something...]

Hm, that's a bit odd - best to ask if she doesn't know!] ...Did ya die?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] I was broken, yes. I don't think the people here know enough to reconstruct me.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally looks outraged; her personal "dead people are not puppets" code is deeply hurt by this!] Well, that ain't nice at all!

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[The outrage surprises him and he blinks at her.] I wouldn't expect them to repair me at all. It is enough that I exist again.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Yup, still pouting here] If they're gonna kill you in the first place they might as well put you back together in a nice way.

[ex_fatalist246]

[The kit should be familiar to Argentine. It caries sculptor's tools, the handles decorated in whorls and wings. It's wrapped in a soft fabric, held together by leather strips wound into an ornate cross. It's three hundred years old, passed down across the generations. Satoshi kneels at Argentine's side, opening up the kit and laying it out at Argentine's side.]

[Wordless, Satoshi takes Argentine's arm and a tool from the kit. He pushes up Argentine's sleeve and begins to repair the cracks.]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine is silent for a long while, head bowed as he allows Satoshi to fix him. When he finally does speak, he sounds somewhat sad.]

I'm sorry I failed you.

[ex_fatalist246]

You didn't fail me.

[He inspects Argentine for any other flaws in his reconstruction]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

The areas where the acid hit still have cracks. [He feels he can at least make Satoshi's job easier.]

But I thought I did fail you. You allowed me to defend myself and yet I still couldn't survive. That is what you said about me. I wasn't meant to last long.

[ex_fatalist246]

Neither am I.

[With Argentine's information, Satoshi continues his work. He is very careful, and very precise. Reconstruction is one thing he can do easily and without guilt.]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He frowns and reaches out, holding onto Satoshi's shirt sleeve. His grip is tight and childish, as though he doesn't want Satoshi to go anywhere.]

I still failed. Even though I am complete, unlike Kokuyoku, I still am incapable.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[Rose smiles sadly]

You're back.

[she looks at his arm he just covered]

Your arm. You all right there?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He nods and stands, bowing to her.]

Miss Rose, I know that must have been distressing but it seemed it would have been worse if I told you.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

If you'd told me, maybe we could've figured something out or thought of something to do so you wouldn't have had to...

[she fidgets for a minute and then hugs him]

I'm just glad you're okay now.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine blinks but he doesn't really mind the hug, not that he knows entirely what to do. He just rests his head against her as he thinks.]

I am well now. Are you all right?

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[he is such a derp]

I'm fine, just glad to see you all in one piece.

[and as it comes out, she realizes that was the exact wrong wording]

Oh god, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm glad you're back.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He's still leaning on her. He's sleepy.]

It is an accurate description. I am glad to be whole again, too. Broken art is rather useless.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ Have another curious observer, although this one is utterly silent and merely watching. ]

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He looks up and tilts his head.]

I saw your at the tournament.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ Nodding her head. ]

I was there.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Are you his friend Haibara?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

I'm not his enemy.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't think you were. But you seem to make him happy.