>Guess either Alex or that valkyrie could lend me a hand.
> Doesn't beat revenge, but there's a start.
>…I think I'm gonna be sick.
>I'd better remember her name before getting there.
>Reaching for my phone, I realize that the battery died.
>Oh that's right, I haven't been home in days.
>Explains the lack of calls from work.
>Struggle to stand for a moment.
>Sleeping in an alleyway isn't good for your back, apparently.
>Thankfully I can still get around without too much difficulty.
>With my pal in France, might as well head for…Hang on. Meredith?
>There we go. Nice old lady name.
>Shambling outward, I try navigating the streets.
>It's not that hard, once you get started, but I managed to get lost in the residential area.
>Once the sun began rising it got a little easier, and I managed to recognize a couple of landmarks.
>It's an alright neighborhood but you'd think she'd live somewhere with a little more grandeur.
>Legs kinda hurt from all the walking I've been doing, but if I remember right, I've made it to her doorstep.
>At least I'll be surprised if I didn't, I could hear D.A.N.C.E. from JUSTICE pouring out from the house.
>At least there's no doubt as to who lives here, now.
>Dimly I recall all the noise complaints from when we'd lived nearby.
>I wait for the music to slow down somewhat before I rapped against the door.
>The music hadn't died down, but the door cracked open, revealing a lone eye glaring at me from the darkness.
>The pause seemed to take forever, before the door slammed shut.
>I heard a queer jangling coming from the other side, before the door opened properly.
>By the light of the rising sun, I could see the blonde in grey pajamas bedecked in gold crosses and halos.
>Made her look much more mellow in comparison to the armor.
<I'm in my pajamas, but- Good fuck, why do you smell so bad?
>Must've been very bad for her to completely forget to watch her language.
>She turned the music down drastically, before flicking on the lights.
>Flowery wallpaper, the faintest scent of gunpowder, minimal furnishing.
>Source of the earlier music looked to be one of those cheap alarm clocks you plug your phone into repurposed for a stereo.
>Rather Orderish, but I barely had time to note before she pulled me inside.
I don't even notice. Look, I need help-
<No shit, go shower. Never mind clothes, borrow a bathrobe.
Not that-
<Look, you're obviously a mess from Mira dying, but I don't need you reeking my house up.
>At this point she was manhandling me into the bathroom, so I guess there was little else I could say about it.
>I almost forgot about Meredith.
>Still hard to believe I was once a paladin.
>Well, crappy monster hunter anyways, back in the early days following the Day of the Rape.
>Guess its the same thing.
>But that was a long ass time ago.
>Sure I still dislike some of the more peculiar monsters, but I guess fucking all day beats attempted genocide.
>Meredith isn't as laid back as I was about this, but it was at least enough that she didn't decapitate me for straying off the path of righteousness.
> Or maybe it was because Mira was uncorrupted.
Continued.