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Rudolf, Battler, and Kyrie
Rudolf leads Battler into his and Kyrie's room. He had been pretty silent on the way there, occasionally looking back at his son then darting his eyes back ahead of him. It gave Battler an uncomfortable feeling.
"Evening, Battler." Kyrie sits casually off of the edge of her bed. "Now that you're here, maybe my husband will tell me what all of these theatrics are about."
Rudolf offers a weak smile. "Well, it looks like I'm really doing this. No time like the present, I suppose. I don't get to have the two with me that often."
"What's this about?" Battler asks.
"It's about your birth," Rudolf says, grimacing. "Something I should have told you a long time ago. Both of you."
"My birth? What about it?"
"It's just...hey, does anyone else hear that?" Rudolf walks to the door and opens it. He looks both ways down the hallway but his expression doesn't change. "Huh. I could have sworn that I heard something just now."
"Hey, quit stalling, old man. You've got me on the edge of my seat."
"I have to agree," says Kyrie. "Although I doubt you could make this conference any more exciting."
Rudolf closes the door. "You're right. Here goes everything, then."
Everything is right. Rudolf told Battler and Kyrie everything that he had been hiding from them-- about the switched birth, about how Kyrie is Battler's true mother, and most of all about how sorry he was for the whole thing. Neither of them spoke throughout his presentation, but Rudolf could see them wearing looks of confusion and contempt.
"I'm sorry," Rudolf falls to his knees. "I'm so, so sorry."
"How could you?" Kyrie, who normally has such a comfortable shell, completely breaks down. Tears swell at her face. Her hands ball up into fists. If it weren't her husband on the floor, he very well may not still be alive.
Battler doesn't say a word. He grits his teeth, walks out of the room, and slams the door.
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