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The one that she spoke to looked at her, before looking at Chris.

"..." they were silent, before sighing.

"Doctor Calder is in his office, and has requested not to be disturbed." they told her.

"However, if you are a close friend of his, then feel free to go and get him. I'm sure he'll listen to you, and help this man." they then reasoned.

"In the meantime, we'll prep this man." they then added.

Chris was silent as the woman spoke his name.

".....Ashley..." he said, his voice forced and rough.

"Ash...ley..." he repeated, though it was clear it took more effort for him to say it again.

He then started to raise his hand towards her, his fingers shaky and jerky, but he then just seemed to stop out of nowhere suddenly.

"Va...nessa..." was all he managed to say.

He then collapsed to the ground, his injuries and exhaustion finally getting the best of him. He was now unconscious... but he was still very much bleeding out.

His smile was that of triumph, and it was a sincere one. Though, this wasn't HIS triumph that he was smiling about. Instead, he was smiling at the dusk-skinned woman that had managed to finally accomplish something of a life-goal for her.

All the word, all the failures, it had all finally paid off, as the rune on the floor came to life with a soft glow... before it increased in intensity, and a final pulse showed them it worked... especially when a man of matching skin colour suddenly stepped out of the darkness.

"Finally! Success!" he exclaimed, as the woman looked at him.

"Indeed." she replied, a small smirk on his face.

"Thank you." she said. "You were a tremendous help in all this." she then told him. This caused him to smile with pride, as she merely started to slowly saunter closer towards him.

"...why...?" he said in a quiet, hoarse tone, as he pulled himself along the ground. His wounds were grievous, his hooded cloak was tattered and torn, and he barely had the strength left to drag his body across the ground.

'I loved her... I did everything for her...' he thought.

'I even volunteered to undergo the change... just so we could be together...' he thought further, as he briefly looked at his hand, staring at his own dusk-coloured skin. It was ever-so-slightly lighter than the woman's and the man's had been, but it was barely noticeable... to HIM, anyway.

He then paused, as he heard a howl in the distance, and looked at the crimson red trail he was leaving behind him.

"Oh, no..." he said quietly, as he tried to get to his feet, but found that he hadn't the strength to.

"No... please... not like this..." he pleaded, as he tried desperately to speed up his progress... only to find that it was impossible.

And he could hear the sounds of paws padding on the ground approaching now. It would only be a matter of time before they caught up with him... and he was too weak to properly defend himself.

Illias was silent, before nodding.

"Yes." he said.

"I understand." he told Sharp.

"Excellent." Sharp responded.

"Carry on." he told them, before leaving them to get something to eat.

Illias watched him go, and then looked at Kiah.

"Well... onwards to... whatever the future awaits us." he said, as he and Kiah 'clinked' their drinks in a small toast.

Sharp approached the two of them.

"Kiah. Illias." he greeted them.

"Illias, I just want to thank you." he then said to Illias.

"...thank me?" Illias asked. "For what?" he asked further, confusion evident in his tone.

Sharp responded by placing his hand on Illias' shoulder.

"For volunteering to clean the lab after hours for the next month for no extra pay." he said, a smile on his face.

"Okay." Illias replied.

"That... that makes sense." he said.

At that point, they noticed that Sharp had walked into the cafeteria... and had noticed Illias and Kiah there. He paused for a moment, before he started to make his way over... and it was clear that he was going to THEM.

"...oh dear..." Illias mumbled.

"This might not be good." he said.

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Illias nodded in response.

"All right." he replied.

"That... that makes... sense." he said.

"........hm." he then mumbled.

"I suppose we should tell Sharp this." he told her.

"He always wants to know when someone has a change of address." he reasoned.

"...and I need to get my stuff together." he added.

Azazel nodded in response.

"Mmhmm." he replied.

Meanwhile, Illias sighed, having calmed down slightly.

"...thank you." he then said.

"I... I didn't actually want to see you again." he admitted. "Mostly because I felt I didn't deserve to see you." he then told her further.

"I... I hurt you, and people you care about." he went on.

"...I didn't want you to see me while the pen had ahold of me."

Again, Illias was silent for a moment, his face turning even redder.

"I... I... I, uh... eh-heh..." he chuckled nervously.

"I like... you, too." he told her.

"So... so, all right then, I'll... I'll pack my stuff to move." he said.

Meanwhile, a pair of figures were watching them from the entrance to the cafeteria... it was Azazel and Aedan.

"Heh." Azazel chuckled.

"Looks like it's finally been aired out in the open." he said to Aedan.

Illias was silent for a moment, seemingly stunned. All he could do was blink a few times, before shaking his head.

"I... you... what?" he asked.

"Move in with you?" he asked further.

"I... well... I mean... I'm not... that is I don't mind..." he went on, tripping over his words, his face turning slightly red.

"If... if you don't... mind..." he then said.

"If... if you're sure you want to share a living space with me, after what I did to you, and everyone else..."

".............." Illias was silent for a bit, before sighing.

"...the pen." he said.

"The pen I found in the hallway..." he went on.

He then spilt everything. He told her everything. What he had done, how he'd felt when he was doing them, what the pen felt like, and what it had done to him.

"....and that's it." he finished.

"It took both Agent Sharp and Miss Remmington to separate the pen from me, and I had to reverse some petrification on her." he said quietly, looking down in shame at his drink.

"Kiah!" Illias exclaimed.

"What? No! No, I wasn't, I swear!" he protested.

"I was just going to get a drink! Really!" he insisted.

"........." he was then silent, before sighing deeply.

"Right." he said. "Talk." he said further.

"Okay, let's... let's go." he mumbled, as he followed her down the hallway.

"....right." Illias responded.

"Odds are she'll be in to see you later tomorrow." Hal told him.

-The next day-

Illias sighed as he sat at the edge of the bed.

He'd been given clearance to leave by the medical staff, but Kiah still hadn't shown up yet.

"....wonder if she'll even be here?" he wondered aloud, pondering as to whether or not he should stick around and 'take his medicine', so to speak.

He then sighed, and got up.

"Maybe I'll just... sneak off for a drink..." he mumbled, as he started to make his way to the door of the room he was in.