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Marisa wants to curl up into a ball and die. How wretched is she that Anon still feels bad for her after she confesses to drugging and raping him? He just took it all on the chin before wrapping her up in a blanket and going to make tea.

Idly she considers the possibility that he’s going to poison her before quickly discarding it. It’d be deserved if it happened, but Anon doesn’t have the malice to do it. It’s honestly concerning. People should feel angry when they’ve been wronged and yet when’s the last time Marisa has ever seen Anon with a temper?

Watching Anon return with a tea set, Marisa can’t help but frown. He’s so giving, too giving.

After pouring the two a cup Anon begins, “I’d like to clear something up before we go any further. You didn’t rape me. I was happy at the time that we were able to share something and if you’d just been clear with your intentions, I think I would have said yes.”

Marisa wilts. She could have had it all. That could have been free of shame, she could have had a real family, and she could have spared Hana from yet another betrayal, but she was just too cowardly to ask.

Anon sighs as he continues, “I won’t lie and say what you did was okay. You drugged me after all, but… at least you are honest about it? It was a-no, no child of mine will be a mistake, but there was a lack of communication. Still… I… I don’t know what to say. I care about you Marisa and you clearly care too. I don’t want this to be the rift that tears us apart especially not when we’ve been blessed with a child.”

It's funny. Marisa’s redeeming quality is that she’s the rapist that cares. That she’s the one who created a little ball and chain to trap Anon. That she’s the one to- to dwell in self-pity about how awful she is despite the fact that she can, while not fix what she’s done, at least help the person she’s hurt.

Marisa nods, “If that’s what you want then I’ll be happy to oblige.”

The silence is palpable after that. The two steal looks at each other and sip tea until Anon finally speaks up, “So how is Hana doing? It’s been a while since she’s visited.”

Momentarily putting her problems aside, Marisa chuckles, “She’s come a long way, but she still has a long way to go if she ever is going to surpass her teacher. Still, she’s got the drive so it might be possible. Emotionally, she’s troubled given… y’know, but Aunn is always there for her. I can’t see anyone getting that sad when they’re constantly being bothered for pats from an overly affectionate komainu.”

Anon smiles at happier memories, “I can’t see that happen either. I know you will, but still please keep an eye on her if only to stop this old man from fretting.”

Marisa blushes, “Old? Please, you’re the same as me. Given I’m an ageless beauty, you can only be one thing da ze.”

Anon tuts, “Careful, you’re starting to sound like Kanako.”

Marisa shudders at that, “Please tell me if I’m ever that hopeless.”

Anon pretends to consider, “I don’t know, it’d be pretty funny to see you like that.”

Dramatically Marisa begins to fake tears, “Please, you’re my only hope! Alice would laugh at me even though she’d be even worse and Patchy would be happy to see me making a fool of myself. Can’t I rely on you da ze?”

The remainder of Marisa’s session passed in a similar fashion. The two pushed thoughts of the present off until later and slipped into more familiar roles. Still, as the end of the session drew near Marisa finally returned to the matter at hand.

Looking up at Anon with a fire in her eyes she says, “I can’t say when and I can’t say how, but one day I’m getting you out of here no matter what it takes.”

With that the two exchange their final goodbyes before Marisa returns to Alice’s home with newfound drive. Said drive was only slightly dampened when Marisa realized that Yukari almost definitely saw everything.

There we go! It was a little while given I had family issues involving carbon fucking monoxide poisoning, but that’s in the past and no one is hurt so I can happily return to Mimaposting. I hope I didn’t lay it on too thick with the hormonal mood swing angst.