[ All formalities are gone in the instant she appears before him, the door of the residence opened to reveal Alice, painted in a light he's never before seen. It seems that every time they are to meet, he witnesses different facets of the Miss Liddell he's come to know: first, a girl, unable to escape her loneliness; then, a young woman, flourishing into her own as she championed her cause on behalf of all children in the Quad, and now--... Now the Director's breath catches in his throat because it never should have come to this. He'd sworn to aid her in her time of need, and somehow yet, when he'd glanced away, it had fallen upon Alice to take hold of the knife she brandishes now, it blade glistening and wet with red.
(There is so, so very much blood.) ]
Are you unharmed? [ —it is the very first and only thing he can think to ask, his alarm unmasked in his survey of her, as is his hope that, despite how she is covered in spots and smatters of scarlet, that none of the blood belongs to her. ] You must let me tend to you, Alice.
[ Gwen, he is certain, is safe for the moment—if nothing else, Alice would have spared no expense in protecting her, the child who reminded her so very much of her own loss.
Stepping inside, he is swift to close the door behind him, his eyes never parting from Alice herself. ]
I... arrived much too late, but I am with you now.
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[ All formalities are gone in the instant she appears before him, the door of the residence opened to reveal Alice, painted in a light he's never before seen. It seems that every time they are to meet, he witnesses different facets of the Miss Liddell he's come to know: first, a girl, unable to escape her loneliness; then, a young woman, flourishing into her own as she championed her cause on behalf of all children in the Quad, and now--... Now the Director's breath catches in his throat because it never should have come to this. He'd sworn to aid her in her time of need, and somehow yet, when he'd glanced away, it had fallen upon Alice to take hold of the knife she brandishes now, it blade glistening and wet with red.
(There is so, so very much blood.) ]
Are you unharmed? [ —it is the very first and only thing he can think to ask, his alarm unmasked in his survey of her, as is his hope that, despite how she is covered in spots and smatters of scarlet, that none of the blood belongs to her. ] You must let me tend to you, Alice.
[ Gwen, he is certain, is safe for the moment—if nothing else, Alice would have spared no expense in protecting her, the child who reminded her so very much of her own loss.
Stepping inside, he is swift to close the door behind him, his eyes never parting from Alice herself. ]
I... arrived much too late, but I am with you now.