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Not everyone gets to know the truth, even when they deserve it.
Not everyone gets to know the truth, even when they deserve it.
[shoves them into the gift shop]
Woah, check this out, Cosmos!
[lavi will pull a plushie off the shelf and hold it up for Nameless' perusal.
it's a plushie of scaramouche]
Woah, check this out, Cosmos!
[lavi will pull a plushie off the shelf and hold it up for Nameless' perusal.
it's a plushie of scaramouche]
[Whatever he was going to say gets cut off, when this plays on the movie screen instead.
His last living memories.]
His last living memories.]
[hehehe he'll hand $40 scaramouche over to nameless]
He looks just like him, except without the frown and the glaring.
He looks just like him, except without the frown and the glaring.
[help, lavi laughs]
He can smile too! In that gleeful, interested in your suffering kind of way.
He can smile too! In that gleeful, interested in your suffering kind of way.
[Lavi watches, like the audience he's meant to be. He watches like the Bookman he still thinks he should be. And he watches, as someone who knows Nameless and has come to care for him, despite good sense and what he's done.
He doesn't flinch, but he stiffens. Grows very still at the first strike, then the other. Compares this end to another. And finally, moments after the memory ends.]
...You deserved to live.
[grief presses at the edges of his words, words that can do nothing in the end.]
You should have gotten that second chance.
He doesn't flinch, but he stiffens. Grows very still at the first strike, then the other. Compares this end to another. And finally, moments after the memory ends.]
...You deserved to live.
[grief presses at the edges of his words, words that can do nothing in the end.]
You should have gotten that second chance.
Whenever he hits me? So yeah! Pretty often.
[he sounds so casual about this]
[he sounds so casual about this]
[He tried to live, tried to live his death, and he died both times. Once to the strikes of an enraged mage, and once to the cold steel of Lavi's hammer.
At least he tried to take off the mage's arm, even if that didn't work.]
This is still a life. We're still ourselves, here.
At least he tried to take off the mage's arm, even if that didn't work.]
This is still a life. We're still ourselves, here.
Not every time... But the last time I was in jail, so he couldn't really reach me.
[he doesn't want to argue that. It'd feel just like rubbing salt into a wound.]
...And maybe this time it'll stick.
...And maybe this time it'll stick.
Pretty much.
Or maybe not? I was pretty pathetic then. Would've been like kicking a puppy while it's down.
Or maybe not? I was pretty pathetic then. Would've been like kicking a puppy while it's down.
[looks at his murder hands murdering lavi]
I kinda miss talking to him, and everyone else... The voicemails just aren't the same.
I kinda miss talking to him, and everyone else... The voicemails just aren't the same.
Who do you want to talk to the most? Besides Ako.
[he's curious...]
[he's curious...]
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