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info_barma wrote in pandoraheartsdr
Some time after this, Barma is sitting in the library, slumped over a teacup, staring at the cooling drink.

It's a shame. It was a rather lovely rose oolong, but he just doesn't have it in him to take a sip.

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Break goes to the library daily, these days. It's not that he has much time to read himself, really, and when he does read it's that awesome silly Holy Knight series the teenage Elliots all seem to like so much. Rather, he's checking for books from his own world, just in case.

Liam wants to read about it so badly, it seems. And it would be so, so wonderful if some King Arthur turned up for he tiny Elliot with the dog.

And so, even though it never puts out, he checks every single day, sometimes twice, and it's on one of these quests that he spots Barma. It's the one he alternately thinks of as Dad Barma and Inquisitor Barma, and he has needed to check in with him, doesn't seem to be a good time, does it?

Still. He can't very well just walk off without a word when someone else is sitting around making faces like that.


"Yes, Break?"

He glances at him sideways, taking a sip of that tea.

"Can I help you?"

He isn't going to be particularly forthcoming, if Break was hoping for some grand emotional declaration.

"Well, somefing's happened, if you of all people's moping. Nuffin'-a do wiv the kids, I hope."

As far as Break is concerned, Barma can handle his own crap. But if Barma's upset, the children will be upset, and he'll be one of the people who has to deal with that.


He shakes his head.

"They have no idea, as far as I know."

"And what is it they should hopefully keep having no idea about?" Break asks, rubbing one hand over his face. "I ask because if they do find out about whatever it is and get upset over it, I might be the one calming them down. You unnerstand."

"Jack is back, but with no memories of his past time here."

He tells him, with a shrug.

Break's eyebrows shoot right up his forehead at that.

"Shit," he concludes. How very -- how very unfair.

Barma shrugs. There's not much to be done about it.

"It may well give 'em back," Break says, though he's more musing aloud than talking to Barma. "The mansion, I mean, it's -- that's what it did to me for All Fool's, took my mem'ries away and gave me new ones for the week."

He has a sudden thought, and looks at the redhead properly. "Are you planning to tell the kids? Have you found 'em yet?"

"Jack says he's lied to them."

He shakes his head.

"I don't know what to do."

So he's met them, they just don't know he doesn't remember. Well, then. Break slides onto the arm of a nearby couch; he's not about to make himself comfortable right now, but he's not leaving until they've at least figured a bit of this out.

"My understanding is that Jack loved 'em long before he ever came to the mansion. Obviously that hasn't changed, so there is that."

"And that is what is important."

He nods.

"He'll slip back into their lives, and we'll let them adjust."

"Right, then. I should meet 'im, too, since I'm involved wiv 'em. And Liam, when he's not --"


"Have you met the injured Liam recently? The mansion turned him into a little kid. He doesn't remember anyfing."

"I have."

He nods.

"I did my best to reassure him."

Break nods in turn.

"He's been clinging to me a bit as an adult, but he just wants you at the moment."

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