"He's to deep into his sorrow to even notice. I doubt he'll give up the bottle anytime soon."
Faith blinked a few times, lashes long and feminine but covering a cold predictors irises. "Sorrow? Why?" She could not understand, he had not gone through such a thing as her. He could have easily found another group and lived on exactly like before, maybe better. Though she would be quickly replaced, most likely with a prettier, stronger and more compassionate Neco who would happily display her love for Aleph rather than hiding it under the rug.
The idea made her stomach twist.
"He still calls me Philip, though I doubt he knows my face beyond this armor."
"It's been almost 14 years since I've seen my girl. Makes me wonder who she looks like. Me? or her mother?"
"Hey I just ran into my...partne...frie....My...My Aleph after all this time, what says that you can't find your little girl?" The blonde reached for Oreron's metallic hand and held it lightly, even though she knew he was unable to feel her warmth. "Maybe soon you won't have to wonder anymore. You...we can still find her." The Reprobate smiled, feeling a little less like the Reprobate and more like old Faith. "Could you do me a favor? If you do, I promise to help you until you find your little girl."
She felt like she was blackmailing him out of old and horrific habit, but it was the truth. Faith needed to talk to Aleph, and she felt like Oreron could do with some hope pumping into him...
"Could you go tell him who I am?...I don't quite want to face him. It kind of hurts to find someone who you thought was long dead especially when you were..." The woman paused, inhaling heavily."As close as we were. I don't know how either of us will react. I'll await your return here, hopefully with him..."