There are two dolls on the bed. They are cute, but quite simple - probably handmade.
One of them is clearly meant to be Lucifel, based on its tan skin, long white hair and pink clothes. The other has long black hair, a blue school uniform, and a red scarf.
You also notice something else tucked under a pillow, but can't quite make out what it is.
Well, this is fair. Levi has lots of collars. From fans, from outfits he's purchased because he is on SensitIV. From his master. . .
He sets the dolls up beside one another companionably. There... they look happy like that. And then he reaches for the collar. Should he put it up? Or hold onto it. This isn't actually Doodle's room after all, so why is it here in this room instead of his own room? ]
[ HUH. That just leaves the knife but... he's reluctant to touch it.
. . . Putting the collar on the laps of the dolls, he grabs a pillowcase and moves over to the knife. At the very least he can wipe the blood off and put it up somewhere. ]
As soon as you touch the knife, a memory that isn't yours flashes through your mind.
You were in love. Or at the very least, you thought you were. And then you were in love again, and again with another love. You thought nothing of it until the first girl you left at altar killed herself, and left you a letter, spilling her hatred out of with ink on paper like she did blood from her wrists.
You keep the letter on you, now. You were never in love, you never could have been, comparing yourself to her words. Her descriptions of her happiness, her descriptions of her hopes and hatred— all of it was foreign, all of it beyond you. And so, you read it over and over again, her words like an incantation, ensorcelling you.
You are only human. Who are you to not be moved by such a heartfelt plea? The gap in your heart aches, and you recognize your love was only hedonism and dalliances. How could you compare yourself to this mountain of hurt, this mountain of heartfelt poison? How could you deny her hopes? You're helpless to her wishes, weak at the knees and heady at the thought of the murder she can't commit herself, even if you don't understand it.
So you'll make her pain yours. You weren't true, but you can fix your mistakes. You'll love the right way this time, a kiss at the altar, and follow the words true: til death do us part. You won't leave another girl. You'll stay true until you bring her the end she looked for, an end writ in blood and fate sealed as you promised on your wedding night.
The next girl, though, she takes a knife to your throat the second she sees the gun, screaming bloody murder. Was this the one for you? You can't tell now. You wish you knew.
[ That...is not a great memory to suddenly find himself with. He pets the knife down on the kotatsu.
. . . This must be what he means to ask. A result of what happened here. . . he's quiet for a time. ]
. . . Love is not something that can be controlled.
[ His voice is quiet. ]
Sometimes it goes wrong. But I think... as long as you do not force it upon someone, then love is not bad. Lucifel and B's sister are and were happy, isn't that right? Even B admitted that... while he was confused by the relationship, she was happy...
So the feelings that you experience for those people right now... it's okay.
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One of them is clearly meant to be Lucifel, based on its tan skin, long white hair and pink clothes. The other has long black hair, a blue school uniform, and a red scarf.
You also notice something else tucked under a pillow, but can't quite make out what it is.
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He notices that something else is there and so moves the pillows to investigate. ]
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Well, this is fair. Levi has lots of collars. From fans, from outfits he's purchased because he is on SensitIV. From his master. . .
He sets the dolls up beside one another companionably. There... they look happy like that. And then he reaches for the collar. Should he put it up? Or hold onto it. This isn't actually Doodle's room after all, so why is it here in this room instead of his own room? ]
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As for the collar, who knows. It is a mystery.
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. . . Putting the collar on the laps of the dolls, he grabs a pillowcase and moves over to the knife. At the very least he can wipe the blood off and put it up somewhere. ]
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You were in love. Or at the very least, you thought you were. And then you were in love again, and again with another love. You thought nothing of it until the first girl you left at altar killed herself, and left you a letter, spilling her hatred out of with ink on paper like she did blood from her wrists.
You keep the letter on you, now. You were never in love, you never could have been, comparing yourself to her words. Her descriptions of her happiness, her descriptions of her hopes and hatred— all of it was foreign, all of it beyond you. And so, you read it over and over again, her words like an incantation, ensorcelling you.
You are only human. Who are you to not be moved by such a heartfelt plea? The gap in your heart aches, and you recognize your love was only hedonism and dalliances. How could you compare yourself to this mountain of hurt, this mountain of heartfelt poison? How could you deny her hopes? You're helpless to her wishes, weak at the knees and heady at the thought of the murder she can't commit herself, even if you don't understand it.
So you'll make her pain yours. You weren't true, but you can fix your mistakes. You'll love the right way this time, a kiss at the altar, and follow the words true: til death do us part. You won't leave another girl. You'll stay true until you bring her the end she looked for, an end writ in blood and fate sealed as you promised on your wedding night.
The next girl, though, she takes a knife to your throat the second she sees the gun, screaming bloody murder. Was this the one for you? You can't tell now. You wish you knew.
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. . . This must be what he means to ask. A result of what happened here. . . he's quiet for a time. ]
. . . Love is not something that can be controlled.
[ His voice is quiet. ]
Sometimes it goes wrong. But I think... as long as you do not force it upon someone, then love is not bad. Lucifel and B's sister are and were happy, isn't that right? Even B admitted that... while he was confused by the relationship, she was happy...
So the feelings that you experience for those people right now... it's okay.
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Passing through, you are taken somewhere different.