The words exchanged before she cast her spell, were primarily between Tsuru and Adelaide. The ease the blonde had around her ex-partner was fairly prominent, and yet, despite that, it was Akira that she entrusted with the wand she trusted Akira with the wand. The Shimada wondered what tipped the scales in her favour, in a lot of ways Tsuru had always proven to be more level headed at least as far as Adelaide's opinion should have led her to believe. Perhaps, she'd caught wind of the change in his temperament. The Shimada definitely believed herself to be the better choice as the benefactor, but that fact reflected in Adelaide's actual decision was surprising. Perhaps, it went went to show that there was a different sort of temerity the Sokolov expected from the wielder.
Sure enough, Tsuru's instinct to destroy the damn thing outlined as much. It would seem the blonde agreed too, but her judgement wavered for she did stand to gain things in the future if it continued to exist. Aki heard Adelaide out, as she explained that she did have another Sokolov by her side. Aki's initial instinct was to confirm if she was absolutely certain of the man's loyalties, but it would seem Kon had changed significantly enough to warrant worry from his own family too. Aki only wondered how things would fare if they were all pegged against one another, which seemed likely based on what Adel had shared. She kept such contemplation and doubts to herself, silence often worked best when situations were sensitive.
She had a lot to be grateful for, her ex-partner had rushed to her aid despite their past, her ex-mentor had shown faith even when Aki had often failed to show promise. She was here, she was alive... While it was definitely no place or time to be optimistic, at least she didn't need to color this with a lack of gratitude. Finally, when she used the tool given to her, she was careful, while she saw swift glimpses of faces, pained memories and moments, she'd picked what seemed the most neutral. Adelaide's interaction with the Blue Pegasus mage had been similar to hers with the Shimada and Tsuru, the only difference being, the revelation of the initial enemy, the one responsible for the deed. It would seem some sort of a cult. Akira had heard rumors of such a... organisation but she'd never personally witnessed anything attesting to their existence.
So many radicals... From what she learned today, it was apparent that they weren't a group to be trifled with. Which was the precise reason she didn't mention their existence, because it would probably make Tsuru take on more than he could handle, given his strong penchant for serving justice.
Either the reading of the memory, or something that the nurses had offered her to aid the process of healing, suddenly had an overwhelming affect on her. It made her feel rather weak and drowsy. Her lids drooped over her eyes almost lazily, as she stifled the urge to yawn. It was as though something was leeching the force of her being, perhaps it was because the wand channelled her magical energy which had been dormant for all this time. She cleared her throat softly and locked eyes with the Sokolov. '
Adel, thank you again, for everything. Rest assured that I will keep this safe and that when the time is right, hopefully we can employ it to aid Kon in remembering the memories stolen from him.' There was a far away quality to her voice, it echoed slightly differently. Her speech was slow and deliberate, it was evident that her body was craving rest, but her mind wished to linger in the conscious realm.
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And thank you, Tsu-' she swallowed, for some reason finding herself seek formality as a scaffold to navigate the moment. '
Hatsuharu, for making your way here to check on me. I'm so sorry to cut this short, but... I- I think something has come over me and I must rest, feel free to stick around should you both wish to...' she said, stretching just a little before curling and slipping under her blanket.
~Exit~