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February 23rd, 2019 
sforzi: (03)
[it wasn't schneizel's intention to kill cornelia, and they both know that — they all know that. the white prince is all cold intention, and he does not do things by halves. so, after the machine-gun fire leaves cornelia unable to stand, and after schneizel leaves the room with diethard ried trailing after his heels like an excitable bloodhound, kanon is the first to signal to the attending officers that her highness requires medical attention.

they take her out on a stretcher. they tend to her in the infirmary.

in the waiting area outside of the surgery room, kanon continues his work. he takes several phone calls. schneizel informs him that he is expected on the damocles within two hours, which means, implicitly, that kanon has two hours to settle any remaining questions cornelia may have. eventually, one of the medical staff informs kanon that cornelia is in stable condition, treated with mild anesthesia and perhaps slightly sedated, but alert enough to talk. she will not walk for several weeks. it doesn't matter, kanon thinks. in several weeks, schneizel will be finished.

still, he walks over to her hospital bed, polite and efficient as ever.]


Your Highness. How are you feeling?
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