“Hehe, well, weird’s my middle name, so that’s al-wright,” she says, giggling at her own pun. Sorry, Klavier, but this is what you have to deal with by being her friend.
Her eyes widen minutely. Half a year? But then she frowns, hands on her hips as she looks up at Klavier.
“That’s not a funny joke. If you were missing for half a year, we would’ve noticed. How long have you really been here?” Sure, it’s constantly a mess at the agency with all the stuff they get drawn into (like everything with the kingdom of Khura’in) but they would’ve noticed if he was gone for that long.
And maybe she doesn’t want to think about being stuck here for six months. Her dad must be freaking out after only a few days of her being gone, for her to be missing for months? Yeah, she’s refusing to think about how the agency would react to that.
Klavier doesn’t mind at all the bad pun she made. It even makes him laugh softly. Ah, how long has it been since he had a chance to talk to Trucy like this? He has always enjoyed her company and as tragic at it is that she is stuck in this place too, at the same time he also feels relieved that it is her of all people.
It has been half a year for me, Fräulein Trucy. I would never lie to you, you should know that.
Aber, you know... I learned a thing or two about this place. Because when I arrived, I met Fräulein Cykes. She had been here for quite a while too. She told me that I was not the first Klavier Gavin to arrive.
So it seems that, despite you being Fräulein Trucy... it could be that we are not from the same place. That back home, your Prosecutor Gavin is still around.
It’s a sad thought, really, but the smile does not leave Klavier’s lips.
Fräulein Cykes has left too by now. I guess she went back home again. So not all hope is lost, ja? It could easily happen that you will find your way back home too.
