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[ Will's been missing for a little while now. Hard times hit and just being able to pretend he could cope was no longer an option. After considerable thought and a short conversation with Confusion, Will decided drastic action was needed.

His memory has been tampered with, Will can no longer recall anything that happened to him after Hope resurrected him... Save from a few blurred memories of being fed his own heart by Hannibal, which was nice...

So there he was, standing in the middle of the street, blood splattered across his face, a knife in his hand and a confused look in his eyes. Sure, it looked bad and considering his history it could have been catastrophic, even Will didn't seem to know what he was doing. ]

This place doesn't seem real but I don't feel like I'm dreaming anymore... I don't know what's going on.

[ Looking up at the twin suns in the sky, their rays reflecting against his dirty glasses. He was more confused now than he had ever been. ]

People are missing- -dead... Are we not underground? I remember robots and fighting.

[ He starts to shake, nerves and shock kicking in. Slipping his glasses from his face and covering his eyes. That's right, he'd went through with this drastic change just before the Null attacked, memories were mixing, it was hard to focus.]

I can't find Winston or my foxes... I can't...

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[yeah, she's officially Concerned about him. and what's up with the knife and the blood splatters]

...Will? Where are you at right now?

[ Glasses meet glasses. Richie is squinting at him, because--well, fuck, is that blood? ]

Where the fuck were you?

Will! Where are you? Show me.

[ He'd thought his friend had disappeared, after that cryptic message. After he'd gone looking, searched the temple and his apartment and found Winston alone and distressed. Another one lost, except here he was now, and he seemed... like he was. Before. The Will that Pell had first met, not the one that had returned in the Colosseum a few months earlier. Which is very strange, but Will had mentioned Confusion. Maybe he wanted this? ]

I have Winston.

[ She's just looking for supplies. She'd learned that the water isn't great, so be careful where you get it. She's learned that it's stupid to just walk around when the both suns are up.

So she's heading back to wherever she made camp, and while a voice catches her attention, it's not what startles her.

Something about this guy's voice sounds a little off, but she hasn't seen his face yet. He's talking to someone - something? His phone?

She'd be bound to leave people alone, even if most of the ones she met around here were nice, but he sounds upset, looks confused, so she approaches him. ]

Huh...hey, are you-

[ She's a couple of feet away, and her words get caught in her throat when she notices the knife- and the blood. ]

[ When wasn't she concerned about him? In fact, most of the people he called Friends here were concerned.

It takes a moment for him to register her voice. Squinting a little, slipping his glasses back on. ]

G-George? I eh, I'm...

[ Looking around, that confusion only growing on his expression. ]

[ Another kid? Will frowns for a moment, not sure if he's seen this one around before or not? The question snaps him out of his thoughts. ]

I was... I don't know? Thought we were underground...

[ Casually looking down at the knife in his hand, it hadn't registered just yet what he'd been doing and where he was. ]

[...good point.

she wrings her hands in her lap and hopes she has the camera set up so that he can't see it]

Do you know where you are?

[yeah, she notices that]

Pell?

[ It didn't matter what was and what wasn't real at that moment. Pell was a familiar face, a friend Will made right after arriving here. He knew him. The sigh of relief was loud and it felt as though he'd been holding his breath without realizing it. ]

I eh, I think I'm still in Hadriel- - Winston! Is he, is he alright?!

[ Moving the phone around, so that Pell could see his surroundings. ]

Yes. You've been gone awhile, and you left such a strange message, I thought--

[ No, it doesn't matter. He presses his lips together and studies the video. Things may have shifted a bit in the move but the major landmarks were still basically in their proper places. He can find Will. ]

Stay there, we'll come to you. He's fine, just a little pent up. What about you, are you hurt?

[ Will had a habit of showing back up injured, after all, there's no reason to think the blood belongs to someone else... ]

[ Hadriel had changed in the year that Will had been here. He was used to seeing new faces every month by now, but something about seeing strangers today only added to his delusional paranoia.

Lowering his phone though its still broadcast to the network, Will turned his head, fully facing her now. ]

I'm not sure...

[ Was she scared of him? Will could sense something but it felt more like urgency and uncertainty. Was he making her feel anxious? Shaking the nagging, overwhelming thoughts that seemed to constantly cloud his mind, Will closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment. ]

I'm lost. That or, or I'm asleep? ... Dead maybe, yea, yea that could be another possibility perhaps...

[Depending on how confused Will is right now, he may or may not notice the edges of a large scar, which is still healing and spans acrost his chest, peeking out from the corners of the tank top he's decided to wear for this much warmer climate.

Yukari has a bit of set memories with Will. Some were interesting, like the squirt gun fight, and others he'd still rather punch the guy for. (Don't think he's forgotten what his double did and what you accused him of, Will.)

Still.

He has a duty, now. And it's not like he can do much else while he's recovering. He can try to help, since physical labour is out of the question.]

Winston-chan was the puppy, right?

[Though, he hasn't seen him. And he doesn't sound particularly concerned about it.]

We stopped being underground weeks ago, after getting rid of the Null. Though it looks like you got into quite a scuffle yourself. Are you injured? I certainly hope you can stand on your own, because I can't carry you. Where are you at?

[The most he can do is bring you water, maybe run some first aid, and escort you to one of the new clinic locations.[

[He wants to ignore this. The monster's quiet for now, he doesn't need to bother. But he thought about it already, so now he can't not. God damn it.]

What did you do?

[She eyes the knife and the blood on his face. Maybe she'll stay exactly where she is, thank you.

Still, the guy still looks...well, something's definitely wrong.

She's very, very cautious.]

I don't think you're...dead?

I mean, I don't feel dead, so...

Where...where did you come from?

We're not underground anymore. Hannibal's still gone and I've been alone.

[A pause as she takes in his appearance, focusing on the blood and then on the knife.]

Will, are you okay? Are you sick?

[She holds back on asking if he hurt someone.]

[ Even if Will was looking, he couldn't see her hands. Had he been in a right frame of mind, he might have had an idea she was worried though. ]

I er, I'm down by the stores... You don't need to bother though...

[ Because I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming or dead? ]

A while? How long?

[ He left a strange message? Will couldn't remember and what he could remember was faint at best.

It felt strange. Hadriel looked more or less the same, but something about the suns, the heat, that dry heavy heat, just seemed to amplify Will's confusion. ]

I'll wait. Am I hurt? Why, why would I be hurt?

[ Seems he's oblivious to how terrible he looks too! ]

[ Will wasn't aware that his face was covered in blood. When he killed, it was in a daze. Panic and fear, a confused hysteria. There was definitely something wrong with him. ]

You don't feel dead? So this isn't a kind of limbo? Huh...

[ Will slumped down, sitting where he was, shoulders hung heavy in deflation. ]

I'm not sure... I was here before, I know that much, I just... I can't remember.

[ Oh, Will remembered Yukari, his scars? Maybe not.

Will tilted his head, hearing Winston's name spoken with such a cute honorific attached to it, felt oh so familiar. ]

Yes, he's my dog. You saw him?

[ So then Will has lost weeks? Hours and days sure, he was used to that but weeks? This would explain why he felt so weak and tired too. What had he been eating, drinking?! Where had he been sleeping?! ]

I don't think so? I mean, why would I-

[ Looking down at his hands, seeing spots of the blood. ]

I'm not sure... My memories, I can't trust them.

Abigail!

[ Wait, Abigail was here!? Will tried, struggled to think back to before Confusion had altered his memories. He couldn't place here, not here, not in Hadriel.

Sure, he had memories of Hannibal and some altered memoried of her, but that just didn't feel real. ]

I don't, I don't feel sick but I'm not okay... None of this is okay.

[ Forget whatever is happening to him, Abigail takes priority. She's his main concern now. ]

Where are you? How long have you been alone?

Take a deep breath, Will, and try to calm down.

[Ignis' voice is soft and even, but his expression is certainly concerned.]

What's the last thing that you remember clearly?

It can be okay. We'll make it okay.

[Abigail tries to believe what she's saying. She wants some kind of family. She isn't sure if Will will relate to her in the same way without Hannibal's influence. Will he judge her as a lure again? Is she capable of bonding with him as she did with Hannibal? There are so many unknowns.]

I've been alone since you left. I have some friends here, but it's not the same. I'm out hunting monsters, trying to find food.

[She pauses for a moment.]

What's the knife for? Were you hunting?

[And what kind of hunting, she wonders.]

[ Ah, Ignis. Will remembered him, though what he remembered was kind of bizarre? No, no it was the Gods here tampering with their minds. That's right! The Gods! They were responsible for this, or at least one of them was.

Listening to Ignis' advice, Will took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves. ]

I remember... I remember a temple...

[ He nods. Unsure but willing to give it a go. If Abigail was okay, then so could he be? ]

I'm sorry I left you... I'm sorry Hannibal vanished too. Was I different then? I don't know how or why, but I can feel it.

[ It was different here with Hannibal than it was back in Baltimore. Will had been coming around to Hannibal's way, slower and not as forced. After all, they had all the time in the world here. He was sure he could look after Abigail, be the family she'd always wanted. It was his responsibility after all. ]

The knife? I was... I...

[ Holding the knife out, glancing down at it, Will was suddenly filled with dread. What had he done? ]

[Abigail thinks back to the time she'd spent with Will before Hadriel. She realizes she hadn't known him that well, everything then was coloured by her own anger and fears.]

You were the way Hannibal said you'd be. You took care of me from the moment I got here. You saved me from the poisonous wasps. Do you remember any of that?

[Abigail tries to give him a bit of hope. He seems almost lost, as if he might slip into the madness she'd glimpsed in her father's cabin.]

Maybe you were using it to protect someone or yourself. We'll figure out what happened.

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