Okay, when did he become your rabbit in particular? Lavi doesn't remember any exchange of ownership from himself to you except in the regards of friendship and sharing that bond with one another. As in you're his friend and he's yours. Allen's disappearance hurt a lot more than anyone else's had, he didn't realize how much he too relied on his little brother. And with everyone else gone...there wasn't a whole bunch left to keep going on for.

Sure there were folks here that they had to take care of but all that Lavi had left really was Kanda. Alma (big and little) weren't his in that sense, he didn't know them regardless of them being from his home. They were Kanda's.

Thank you.

Lavi looks over at Kanda, remaining quiet even after the swordsman mentions their mutual friend and comrade. It's sad that this sort of separation was the trigger to get Kanda to admit that their relationship even existed in that sense. Using his name means that he's risen in your ranks of respect from where he was once not even worthy of knowing his name. Because he'd be gone so quickly.

When it seems as if the Exorcist wasn't going to speak again the redhead's gaze drops down to the bottle in his hand. He moves quietly to where his cups are, pouring a decent amount of liquid in six cups, one for each of those that are gone. A cheers. Lavi then takes a quick swig of the bottle himself but it's no more than a shot that's already in the glasses before him.

"I don't know. Perhaps that's what she wants. To make us go insane wondering what we should even be doing." They had to fight yet there was nothing here to fight. They were weapons laid up after times of war were over and the plow and hoe taken up again, they were the stories told late at night around the fire and left to gather dust. Until perhaps one day they were needed again.

"I want to go home..."