Episode 30 Finale - Slick like Mad Hatter
We only made it to the corridor outside Count Damien’s library before Yumi caught my arm and tugged me the opposite direction.
I just followed. “Master, you can just tell me to follow you.”
She was silent, but I could see her stance start trembling.
My lashes lowered.
But we entered another room, and she slammed the door shut behind us. “Are they following us?” she demanded.
“They are not,” I said.
“Is there anyone in here?” she demanded. “It’s dark.”
“No, master.”
She then pulled me further in the room, breathing uneasily before she tripped over something and fell.
I caught her at an instant.
When I lifted her back on her feet, I looked around the blackened room before gazing down at her. “Master, you look troubled. What’s wrong?”
She had her arm clutched in her hand, trembling still. “Sebastian, something’s not right.”
“Master, you’re shaking,” I said then, stepping over to her and catching her arms to comfort her. “Do you sense something?”
She nodded, gazing around. “These people… they’re all on the ‘to-die’ list. All of them.” She breathed uneasily. “He’s going to kill them all.”
“That bothers you?” I said then.
“Of course, it bothers me, you dimwit!” she yelled then, making my lashes lower. “How would it not?!”
“Is that all?” I said then.
“Of course it is,” she said then, glaring at me. “Do you want more? Is this not enough for you?”
“I’m sorry, my lord, but I must comment.” I gazed down at her, red eyes glowing slightly. “You’ve seen people die before, and this bothers you? All of them are rich and heartless, too. Why do you care?”
“But I have the opportunity to save them.”
“You have in the past,” I continued, “and yet Madam Deneise still died. You let it go. And this looks as if it’s triggering your trauma. You’re clutching arm with the scarring. It suggests something, doesn’t it?”
She gazed down at her am and let it go, stepping backwards. “I don’t like it when you question me.”
“Master,” I said then, watching her carefully, “you’re hiding something from me.”
“Sebastian, just stop,” she snapped then, making my lashes lower. “I told you to stop.”
I silenced then, listening to her wishes.
She was quiet, too, but eventually stepped backwards into the darkness, turning and making her way forward.
I watched as she tripped over something again, but I was there within seconds, catching her.
She gazed up hazily when I lifted her back onto her feet, and she continued forward, me following close behind.
She stopped by the window with moonlight beaming through the closed drapes, and she drew a curtain back, blue eye lighting up with the moon’s glow.
She stared outside for a moment before closing the curtain and turning back away.
Paranoia? No… something else.
She continued further in the room before she tripped again.
I was there, catching her.
She breathed uneasily.
“Master, I don’t want you getting hurt,” I said then, scooping her up. “So I’ll just carry you to a couch.”
I continued further into the room before setting her down onto a couch, and she stared off into the distance when I looked down at her dress.
“It came undone,” I said more to myself.
I knelt down then and adjusted the ribbon on her collar, slipping it through itself and pulling it back into a bow.
Yumi just dropped off the couch.
I moved to catch her before I foresaw what she was doing.
She fell onto my lap, knocking me onto my knees, and threw her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder.
Shock rattled through me, but eventually it fell, and I wrapped an arm around her, lightly setting my hand on her head to run down her strands of black hair.
“Master…” I said gently, “…I need to know if you’re alright. Are you hurting anywhere?”
She kept herself buried against me but shook her head.
I continued to run my fingers through her hair, scanning all circumstances of this being related to her trauma.
But it clicked, and I closed my eyes.
Of course. I saw it before but didn’t acknowledge it.
“We can go home,” I suggested.
She shook her head, voice muffled in my chest. “Just… give me a minute.”
I set my cheek on her head and gently rubbed her back. “I’ll give you an hour.”
She was silent for a moment. “Sebastian.”
“Yes?”
“Edward is here,” she said quietly, “Overtaker is, too. So is Grell. Edward and Overtaker in the same place… a large amount of deaths happening… Do you understand what this means?”
“Yes,” I said gently.
“The father is up to this,” she said quietly.
“Master, why are you so weary about Count Damien?” I said then.
She suddenly started shaking and buried her face further into my neck, fisting my shirt in her hands.
It clicked again.
I just closed my eyes, continuing to rub her back. “I understand. You don’t have to tell me.”
She just buried herself further against me, breathing shakily.
“It’s okay,” I said then, continuing to soothe her. “I won’t let him take what’s mine.”
And making you afraid was his first mistake.
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