[After Stiles has left the building silently—uncharacteristically, a sign that something is very wrong yet not one he can follow when he is the cause—Itachi remains in the dark space like a pillar carved of icy stone, surroundings unseen, unfelt. It isn't until Russell leaps onto his shoulder, her significant weight burdensome, that he realizes his face is wet. A hand lifts to wipe the dampness from both cheeks with brusque swipes. His expression is unchanging except for the seemingly limitless flow of tears. Then it cracks, and he grimaces, waving Russell away, stumbling for the bathroom as a tickle in his chest thickens and erupts into coughing, sink soon splattered with fresh gore.
Hours later, a clone drops down onto the front terrace of Stiles' house and tucks a folded note into the seal of the door, its language universally translated. It leaves without a trace. Inside are instructions on Sophia's whereabouts: the teahouse in the Emerald District run by kindly Fern and Paprika, where Stiles will find his puppy happy, healthy, and well cared for in his absence.]
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Hours later, a clone drops down onto the front terrace of Stiles' house and tucks a folded note into the seal of the door, its language universally translated. It leaves without a trace. Inside are instructions on Sophia's whereabouts: the teahouse in the Emerald District run by kindly Fern and Paprika, where Stiles will find his puppy happy, healthy, and well cared for in his absence.]