entrancelogs | walter and leon [complete]

After setting the rather pleasant surprise of lilies and candy on a table near a window, Leon went about to reequipping himself with a new gun and his knife, neatly and safely concealed within the casual clothes Ion had brought him from his own drawers. The agent still wondered about the "mind" of this place. Really. Giving him his old R.P.D uniform was like some silly childish prank. Brushing his hands on faded blue jeans, as if they were a bit dusty, Leon headed towards the front door, wondering if he should wait outside in the hall for Walter to show up.

But then he heard a knock. Tilting his head to the side, a bit of brown hair getting in his face, Leon peered through the peephole. Because if it was someone who wished to harm him, Leon wasn't about to just let them in. But no, it was just the guy he was looking for. What a relief. A bit of a smile was on his face when he opened the door.

"About time you showed up," he remarked jokingly. But when he saw just how blood-drenched Walter was, Leon's eyes went wide.

"What happened to you...?"

Ah. Leon was looking much better; this comes as a great relief to Walter. He had been worried, after all.

He does care about him. Mr. Kennedy is such a nice man.

The question throws him off a bit and he pauses, not entirely sure how to respond to that at first before he says plainly, "Punishment."

There's that, and his own punishment and... his memory is fuzzy about why there's a gaping hole in the back of his coat.

"Punishment?" Leon was bewildered, clearly confused. "Not that God thing, I hope..."

He knew this guy could regenerate (not exactly sure how though). He'd witnessed for himself not long after he arrived in this mansion. But that didn't stop him from being concerned.

"Are you still hurt anywhere?"

Walter frowns a little; he doesn't enjoy lying, but he's not entirely sure if he can tell the whole truth of this matter.

"I met with the Red God," he admits. "But I'm fine, at the moment."

...Well. As fine as he can be.

"Can I come in?"

"Well..." He doubted it, really. "All right. Gonna have to believe you on that one." Leon stepped aside, allowing Walter to enter his room.

"Of course you can."

At the very least, that brings a smile to his face. The trust is something he truly appreciates from Leon.

"Thank you."

Walter steps inside, flexing his fingers, as if testing them curiously. "I noticed something. When I... before I went to see Henry. I felt strange. Different. I still don't entirely know why."

He glances at Leon. "But something else is different."

Closing the door behind Walter, Leon went to lean on the space of wall right beside it, folding his arms across his chest to make himself a bit more comfy.

"Something else? What do you mean?" The man's lip tightened. Different could mean so many things, good or bad.

To explain it...

He looks uncertain. But he holds out his hand to Leon.

"Let me see your knife," Walter says as plainly as possible.

"My knife?" He looks suspicious, cautious, but unsheathes his knife anyway. Walter wasn't going to do anything foolish, was he? But in order to have the blond explain to him what the matter was, he supposed he had no choice but to hand it over.

He gives the knife to Walter, handle-forward. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do with it."

A faint smirk appears on Walter's face. "Mm, I'm afraid I just may do something you would not, for any reason possible that I can think of." But, he takes the knife faster than Leon can take back.

Walter is holding out his palm, and he pressing the blade against it.

He looks hesitant, almost worried--

No. More like. Frightened.

But he presses and draws a line anyway, and blood spills out; he offers the blade back to Leon.

The wound isn't binding itself back together.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Walter says, a bit nervously.

Leon takes the knife back, sheathing it again. He goes to hold Walter's hand, examining the wound without a word. Nothing was regenerating like before. It just bled like a normal wound that any average joe would get. Not something the agent was sure Walter was used to. Letting go, Leon looks Walter in the face, a face more vulnerable than he's accustomed to seeing.

"What was causing you to heal in the first place?"

"The ritual for the Holy Assumption," Walter responds quietly, staring at his own hand, letting Leon touch it. "I performed it when I died. So then I wasn't mortal anymore. There'd be only one way to undo me, and no one has attained that possibility yet."

He looks genuinely worried. "...For so long, I've not worried about staying hurt or dead." His voice gets softer, almost ... panicking. "Now I can't..."

He can't properly protect Henry like this. This is unacceptable.

But he doesn't know why this is.

"Ritual? What for?" Some desire to keep living? Immortality was a nice thought, but... Or for something else, even? Something hinted to him only here and there with the occasional strange thing Walter says.

"Walter..." Leon placed his hand on the other's shoulder, coming closer to him. "Maybe it has to do with all the stuff going on lately? Gods and whatnot showing up. I mean, this didn't happen till all this stuff happened, right?" Things with a "Mother," "Angel," red and yellow and maybe even blue somewhere, who knew?

"It was for a different ritual. I thought I was doing something right."

Instead, he was just killing people because the cult and Valtiel thought it was a good idea.

Walter hesitates, staring at Leon; eventually, he draws his hand away, still feeling confused that it's not putting itself back together. It hurts, but he's generally used to that.

"I don't..." He tries to remember something about room 302.

The Mother of All.

His stomach sinks and he looks paler, suddenly.

Another ritual. He remembered Walter mentioning something once... "The...21 sacraments?" A wild guess, really.

But suddenly he sees the blond go pale, and Leon isn't sure what he should do. Walter was still sick, after all. Sick and immortal. It didn't seem to make much sense to him. Something happened to Walter. Could it be that...maybe the effects of this ritual were canceled out or something?

Well, first thing's first.

"Hey, maybe you oughta lie down or something... You don't look too good."

"Nn." All he can do is nod in response to Leon; Walter is covering his mouth and looking very ill.

He doesn't lie down, but he goes to sit on the floor, looking particularly less than pleased; he works on breathing, first.

Breathe. Breathe. It's... it'll be fine.

(But what about Henry?)

"My body," he blurts out, his voice trembling. "She's got my body."

"Hey..." Leon took a step forward, arms ready to react in case Walter decided to climb a wall again. He watched him sit on the floor, and came to kneel beside him.

What to do? What should he do?

Leon placed a hand on the other's back, rubbing it, until suddenly the blond spoke again.

"She? She who?" Angel? Mother? Red, yellow, blue?

He's sure this is why he couldn't focus then. Neither the Mother nor Valtiel would allow him to then. He just barely recalls Her face, Her breathing, and Her punishment to Dante.

"The Mother of All--" Walter mutters out, reaching up to grasp onto Leon's arm when he feels the hand on his back. The touch is appreciated, and he can't help but be a bit clingy towards it.

"I woke Her up, I thought leaving her would make her go away but She just got bigger."

His voices sounds almost child-like. "It was an accident."

He lets Walter hold onto his arm, keeping his palm on the blond's back as a form of support, listening to his words. The edge of his lip quirked up a bit, and he replies with a firmness but reassurance in his voice,

"Don't worry. I'm sure there's a way to fix this."

"She's coming, She's going to get up soon. I messed up again."

Walter would like very much to believe Leon--

But he knows. He KNOWS that he's done this. He's caused this to happen, all his fault.

"Is she dangerous?" Leon tilts his head a little more, observing Walter's expressions as he speaks. "Because if other people are at risk, we have to stop her."

He grits his teeth and he holds his head a moment.

"Once..." Walter hesitates. "Once, long ago, before men could die, they were miserable with their eternal life. A man offered a snake to the sun, and asked for salvation -- a woman offered a reed to the sun, and asked for joy. God was born from those two people."

He's shaking more, and he's reaching to touch his own back -- bare, since most of it was missing, like something tore into him-- no. No, something tore out.

"God made time, divided it -- day and night. Outlined salvation, took away endless time from us," he babbles, not looking directly at Walter. "She made two gods to make us follow her. Red and Yellow. Xuchilbara and Lobsel Vith. Angels were made, angels--"

Valtiel is gone. That's the difference! Valtiel is gone, but when did he leave?

"God went to make Paradise, but She got... She got tired. And died. But said She'd come back. People were trying to bring Her back. I brought Her back I'm sorry."

Leon watches Walter touch his own back, eyebrows furrowing. What the hell happened there? He touched the hole made into the cloth. It didn't seem like a weapon or anything had forced into the material. More like...something came out? His hand lingering at the exposed skin for a moment, Leon wonders what would be the right thing to say.

"This paradise... They want to make it, but they're going to hurt people to do it. I can't agree with it. And doesn't seem like you do either." Leon sat back onto the ground, resting his arms on his knees. "How can we stop this? There has to be a way."

He stiffens a little at Leon's touch, but mostly out of surprise; he doesn't expect it on his back.

Walter was tricked, ever since he was a boy. He believed so hard that this would wake up his mom, but no.

Dahlia lied to him. All of them did.

"I heard... I heard, about twenty years ago, a man stopped one of the gods before. I don't know how -- we don't have the right materials," Walter mutters, rambling mostly. "Alessa's dad stopped a god once. I don't know how. If we had Aglaophotis, maybe..."

But he knows how rare it was before -- and Dahlia probably got rid of it all anyway.

He wants to apologize about invading his personal space. But he doesn't say anything.

"Alessa's dad?" Must not have been much of a God, to be killed by a human. If Alessa's dad was human, that is. "You mentioned someone named Alessa. Is her dad here too? We could ask him how he accomplished it." Leon ran a hand through his hair.

"Besides, this place is full of all kinds of fighters. If we can't do it one way, we just make another way." But maybe it was too naive to think that way.

"She's here, he's here -- you can see his face." Not the face of a father to be scribbled out of the picture.

Walter's... not sure. If it's that easy. Valtiel's gone now. It's going to start soon. He doesn't know what to do, it's his fault.

"I'm sorry." He nods slowly. "...Nothing is immortal. Even... before this, I could be stopped." There should be a way. "I do not enjoy this despair. I will... trust you, Mr. Kennedy."

"What's his name?"

"You don't have to apologize. Besides, it was an accident wasn't it?" Even he made accidents that he wished he could take back. Or just things he wished he could've done, so maybe his companions wouldn't have to...die like that. "I'm glad you trust me, Walter. I promise you, we're gonna figure this mess out and we're gonna stop it." He nodded for extra emphasis.

"I'll find a way to stop this."

"I think his name was... yes. It was Harry Mason. He was helping Alessa take care of Henry. I remember now."

He winces a little. An accident. He's not sure how else he can explain it to Leon -- but he believes him. He absolutely believes Leon when he says he'll find a way to stop this.

Walter's rarely been able to depend on anyone for anything. This is... this is different.

He'll trust Leon to stop this somehow.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Harry Mason?" How familiar... "I think I met him over the network when he got here. I should try to find him." Maybe he would be able to find some info at the library too. But he'd never gone there before, so who knew what kind of books were actually there?

"It's no problem. By the way, what happened to your back?" Leon's eyes gaze at the hole again. "It looks like something burst out..." Or blew up. "Gonna have to get you a new coat, I think."

"My back..." Walter grins wryly. "I suppose I could use an entirely new wardrobe at this point."

He feels along his bare back again.

"Valtiel left me," he says a bit more quietly. "The Angel."

"Yeah. Or get it sewn up or something." It was quite a hole though.

"Valtiel?" He remembered what Walter said before. Valtiel or...angel and the awakening of the mother. Mother of All? Well if Walter's story was true, then yes. It had to be. "It was inside you?" Creepy.

"Well, are you still feeling sick then? Maybe that was the cause."

"For a long time -- it felt like we were the same being. But I suppose... he left to help the Mother."

Walter frowns and glances away. He does still feel sick.

"She has my body," he states plainly. "My real body."

"What? Your real body?" Then...what- "Then what's sitting in front of me, if it's not the real you?"

Was it like Ion? A replica? And that other guy, Sync, who wasn't like the Ion he knew at all, but had the same face...

"I'm here. But this isn't my real body. But I'm really here."

Somehow, Walter finds he can't explain it more than that. His body, his real body is elsewhere -- but he's right here, in this body.

"Heh," Leon rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat sheepishly, hair falling into his little blue eye. "Everything seems to get weirder and weirder by the second... Not that I ever really thought you were normal in the first place. No offense, though."

It was a lot to take in though. He'd have to try to keep it all in mind. Or take down notes later on, for future reference.

He smiles a bit weakly. "I never was," Walter admits. "I never will be, no matter how hard Henry hopes."

Walter is realistic.

"When I died, think of this form as... a reincarnation of sorts. But my real body and I still connect."

"Can't help something like that...I guess." Though he imagined that it might disappoint Henry to hear something like that.

But even though he himself was rather idealistic, Leon could be realistic too.

"So I guess...we have to get your real body back." Easier said than done, if dealing with a God. "Hm..." He sighed, thinking for a long moment.

"It's not going to happen right away. I can't do anything about it until I speak with Harry Mason. But I wouldn't recommend sleeping in closets again," he joked. "Maybe you'll feel a little better after a shower."

He was accustomed to the smell of blood by now (and he had this feeling Walter was too), but that coat probably felt heavy with all that red staining it. Couldn't feel too good with that on the shoulders.

Shower? The idea has never crossed Walter's mind, apparently. He looks confused for a moment, tilting his head a bit before he shrugs.

If Leon says he might feel better, then he'll believe Leon.

"The closet wasn't so bad," Walter murmurs. "I don't suppose I could borrow your shower, then."

"Are you kidding? Your neck didn't hurt or anything?" Leon rubs his own neck again idly. "Well, you are a trooper."

Leon gets up off the floor, walking over to one of the windows on the wall. He appears lost in thought for a moment, his arms crossing, before he looks back at the blond.

"Of course you could. Room's yours to use. I'll even get you a robe." Did Walter even have spare clothes? "Just rest up, Walter. I'll try to get in contact with Harry Mason in the meanwhile."

"At the time, not really." It might hurt now that he doesn't regenerate.

Walter slowly stands up, looking a bit hesitant -- but he nods. Rest up? The idea is a bit unusual, but he won't argue.

"All right. I'll stay here for now, then."

And do a very strange thing: bathe.

"I don't believe it should be difficult to get into contact with him. I hope it will be of some use to us, though."

He turns and starts for the bathroom, even if he is a bit wobbly on his feet. Not bad enough that he can't walk on his own.

"I hope so too."

Leon watches Walter, making sure that he doesn't accidentally trip on those slightly unsteady feet, before he looks back outside the window. The light touches his face gently. He takes a deep breath.

He hopes that Harry can give him the information he needs, or at least give him a clue or two, because he does not want to see Walter suffer like that. Or anyone else for that matter. He promised he'd find a way to stop this.

But he's scared at the possibility that maybe he can't.

walter and leon [complete]

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