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Chapter 18 ~ Damien route 3 ~ We are not alone

''You look more happy than usual.'' I said as I watched Waltz working. ''I am just happy with you helping me that's all.'' Waltz said. ''Did you have a good weekend though?'' he asked and I nodded. ''I went on a date.'' I said with a giggle. Waltz on the other hand nearly stumbled as he was walking on one of the wooden staircases that lead to the balcony floor. ''A date? Who is the lucky person. Someone from school?'' Waltz asked. ''Nope. Try again.'' I said as I put some books in their respectful places. ''A neighbour?'' Waltz asked next and again I shook my head. He looked at me for a moment. ''Did you by any chance go on a date with one of the people you live with.'' he asked and I nodded. ''Ding-ding-ding.'' I said with a grin. I did not know why but talking about it made me feel like I was floating. ''Well, glad to hear that you had a good time. Where did you go.'' Waltz asked. ''The Navy Pier. It was fun.'' I said and headed back to the cart to push it to the next section. ''I can imagine. Being a student does not mean you only have to study. It is having fun as well. Just do not let me find you wasted in some back alley.'' he warned. ''Last time I checked I need to be 21 to drink so pass.'' I said and Waltz laughed. ''You always were the type not to break rules.'' he whispered. I did not hear what he said however. ''What about you Waltz. What did you do.'' I asked. ''Me? I went out for a drink. Met an interesting person who gave me some advice and went back home.'' ''Advice?'' I asked and Waltz only smiled at me. ''I Just have some... family issues. Nothing big.'' he assured. I figured from his answer that he rather did not talk about this so I did not ask further. ''I do wonder what your family is like. Whatever the issues are I do hope you get along.'' I said and Waltz finished placing the books on the balcony floor. ''Did anyone tell you you are to curious for your own good?'' he said with a lopsided grin. ''Do you really want to know?'' he asked and I looked at him. Usually he was rather reserved about what he shared. ''Only if you want to share.'' I said and Waltz made a gesture with his head towards the table. ''Finish those you have in your hand. I'll do the rest tomorrow. Do not blame me if you miss your bus home.'' he said. I nodded and joined Waltz at one of the tables when I was done.

''First of all, my parents left when I was really young. I was old enough to remember their faces and that they loved both me and my sister. They left to protect her and me. My sister raised me and taught me everything I know. I wanted to travel and she was fine with that although she could not join me. She did however help me when I called for her. Eventually we started to see one another a lot less. One day it was her calling for me. By the time I reached her I was to late but still managed to help her to some degree. After a while I however had to return to what I had made my home and she could not come with me. We parted ways and I had not heard from her since. Recently I found her again but when we saw one another she no longer remembered me. She... had been through very traumatic events which she forced herself to forget but also forced her other memories away including those of mine. I can not blame her, raising me could not have been easy for her either. Maybe she even hated it. So there you have it.'' Waltz said and I looked at him shocked. I could not help but feeling very sorry for him. ''I... do not think she hated raising you. I think she did that with every bit of love she had for you.'' I may have spoken out of place but I did sincerely feel that it was something he should hear. ''What makes you think that?'' Waltz asked. ''You are a warm person. If your sister would have raised you without loving you it would have rubbed off somehow don't you think? I do not know your sister but I would be proud having a brother such as you.'' Waltz looked at me and gave me a gentle lonely smile. ''I suppose you have a point.'' he said and chuckled. ''Is there a way perhaps to help her remember you?'' I asked and Waltz nodded. ''There is but there is a high risk that all those traumatic events return to her as well. I do not think I could do that to her.'' he said and I thought for a moment. ''Well... you could try and let her decide as well. In some way that is. If just as much mentioning your relationship to her is enough to have her get the traumatic memories perhaps there is a different approach. Hypothetically for example. Like asking her what she would do if she had family somewhere. Family that was waiting for her to come home. Regardless I think that she should make the choice herself. Although maybe because that is something I would have wanted if it was me. Not to mention, no matter what kind of trauma. Bad things happen to everyone. But... what was the quote again...'' I said and thought deep for a moment. Waltz waited patiently for me to finish. ''Oh yea. Every life is a pile of good things and bad things.The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.'' I said with a confident smile. ''Doctor who fan?'' Waltz asked and I nodded. ''Just a bit.'' I said and Waltz looked at me with a sad smile. ''Thank you. I will think about what you said.'' he spoke and got on his feet. ''Glad to help.'' I said and got on my feet as well. I had not expected Waltz to walk towards me however and hug me. I was too shocked to actually respond right away but hugged him back. ''Really though. Thank you. You are right, nobody should decide for another.'' he said and let me go. ''You can head home. You're done for the day.'' he said and took a deep breath. ''Are you... sure you are alright?'' I asked and he nodded. ''Yes. I just need to think how to tell my sister one way or another that she well. Has me.'' he said with an awkward laugh. ''I will head home then.'' I said although looked closely at Waltz once more before I grabbed my bag. ''When you've told her, let me know how it went ok?'' I asked and he nodded. I wished him a good evening before I left the school library. I could not help however to have thoughts enter my mind. Those thoughts were no stranger to me, I had them more often. Did I have a family that was waiting for me somewhere? A brother? Or perhaps a sister? Were my parents still alive waiting for me to come home somewhere in the Demonworld.