Veronica still kept looking away from him, just constantly drinking from that bottle 'What's the matter with me?' She repeated his words with a little fake smirk that faded instantly. 'Our mission basically failed since half of the hospital is dead, I have been told my mother died and my father is now probably a drunk idiot wandering around Nevermore, that I have a little sister that is a half breed, and you.' She said 'you' almost in a growl. "You who are a moody idiot. You who say you are sorry, then run and hide the next day. YOU who emotionlessly agree to KILL ME if needed. Then, invite me up for a chit chat, or whatever the bloody heck this is!? You are DRIVING ME INSINE, YOU ARE THE MATTER EMILE, YOU WHO I STILL CARE ABOUT EVEN IF YOU ARE A BLOODY IDIOT!"* She screamed at him, now turned to him and looking at him directly in the eyes. 'Sorry...' She mumbled, looking away. "It's more because of my family and because nothing has gone well ever since I came back... And the fact our relationship is screwed up is what I expected anyway." She turned away from him and went to sit down on his bed, once again taking a long sip. 'And what is the matter with you? You seem sort of paranoiac...' She said, glancing over to him.
Akira shook her head, absent-mindedly dropping the phone. She turned around before speaking softly, "What do you mean 'we' ? I'm through with you.." Holding back her tears, she walked off in a daze from the shock of seeing the picture. 'Looks like I failed..again' she thought.
"Girls really are crazy. Listen, JUST LISTEN...LEAVE. ME. ALONE. I WILL not say this ANYMORE. You GOTTA MOVE ON. Are you listening? You can't just keep your mind on me or stuff you can't help." Pushing forward, Emile walked over toward the bed with arms crossed, and an almost sad face. He didn't sit next to her or anything to offer her comfort, sympathy, anything. "Sorry if I'm different. But I really am jacked up. I guess during that time in prison, they managed to turn me into one of their puppets for assassinating key people. I can't recall anything of what I did or how many times he sent me into that...uh, can't think of the word." He started chuckling - although in an uncomfortable manner - and sat on one of the edges of the bed where his back was turned to her. "Leave again. Go to Nevermore...you can help your sister and try to find your father and set him straight. I fear this village is going to crumble away anyways. Better get out now while you still can." After a momentary pause, he spoke again, "and I kinda almost killed Dynamo after I found out what he did to me. So I guess I'm worried he's gonna haul me away again."
"Emile, you can't ask me to stop caring about you. You are a person who was very important to me in the past and changed me as well, so I will not stop caring about you. Ever." She said then sighed looking down at her feet. "I am not doing anything to you Emile, I am not haunting you or anything...you are just confused of your own problems and feelings and all you can say is LEAVE ME ALONE, which doesn't really change anything. Maybe you should leave me alone if you can't stand me or whatever. Eventually I will let go as well. But obviously you can't..." She said with a small smile while looking away "If am truly just a face in the crowd to you, you would have let me wonder around the streets, drink and freeze. But no, you invited me up here. You would let me go to battle with a sprained wrist, but instead you were harsh and forbid me to go. And no Emile, you don't act like that to everyone, you aren't kind, you aren't generous, and you are careless about people that mean nothing to you." She finally looked at him, but since his back was turned, no eye contact She quickly slipped something in the beer bottle, and then handed it to Emile. "And that is normal, and okay. Nothing bad. We aren't in a relationship. Why can't we just be 'old friends'? It would solve a lot of things." She actually knew she could never stand only being his friend, nor would it solve much to her.
"I beg you take away ALL of what you said about me leaving you alone. Why do you think I came here? Why do you think I think of you as a stalker who WON'T. LEAVE. ME. ALONE? It's called an unhealthy obsession, and that's what you have, you misinterpret the love of a friend from the love of the Emile all those years ago." Seeing through a small opening in his bangs, he reached over and took the drink and threw his head back to take a large sum of it. When he finished the long haired man exhaled slightly and resumed his normal breathing. "Right here. Right now. We're just friends, deal?" He reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. "But please consider what I said about leaving. I know how Setsuna works, and 0-2 ain't so different from him. So she WANTS you to chase after her."
Veronica forced a rather believable smile to her face looking first at Emile's hand on her shoulder then finally up in his eyes. "Deal." She said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear then looking away again. Her face expression was completely the opposite of what it usually is-Dull, plain, bored, annoyed, exhausted. Even though she was tired and the alcohol hit her, she was still trying to keep that smile on her face and the look in her eyes was somewhat different and genuine. She just closed her eyes, turning her head away from Emile. "It's all a scam. If I leave, I am walking right into a trap. So I honestly don't know what to do. I can't stop thinking of that little girl who is my sister, most likely. I am afraid her faith may be like Nikolai's..." She lowered her head, leaning it on her palms now covering her whole face and just exhaling.
'Come on Vulcan...' Kimiko growled over to him, walking away past him soon and signaling him to come."I... er, apologize for that drama back there...." She said but the anger in her tone still remained.
"No biggie, Kimiko. Besides, it was really none of my business." Vulcan responded, following after her. "Should I actually worry about that drama back there or is it nothing to worry about?"
"Whoa! Who throws a party without the guest of honor?!" a familiar voice rang, Lance crashing into Emile's apartment room with two large bottles of some unidentified liquid. "But of course, the drinks are on you then..." he grinned while popping both of the bottles open, watching the insides pour over all of the room like a sprinkler.
"What the heck? HEY! I CAN'T PAY FOR THAT CARPET!" Grabbing their own bottle, Emile threw it right at Lance's head...all three of them. For some reason his vision was blurry and was a little disorientated, thus causing his throw to totally miss and hit the wall. "NAH, not the WALL!" Slapping his cheek as hard as he could, Emile snapped to it and grabbed another one of the bottles Veronica had brought with her. "You're going down, pretty boy," he figured a unbroken bottle was more effected then a jaggedy, broken one...
Lance's bottles emptied out, as his mouth drooped open in confusion. "Pretty boy?" he echoed, before smashing the hard glasses against the walls, instantly turning them into lethal weapons. "Bring it on, you Texan lover boy!" he mumbled harshly, jolting at Emile and waving his cans around like deadly twin swords.