text: un: GRAVEMISTAKE

[hellshot]



1. I'm not dead yet. So if you've planned on burying me already, cancel your plans.

2. Your recent nanomachine problem isn't my problem, sucks to be you if you've been infected with them. If you wake up tomorrow morning feeling and looking a little more like a corpse, then maybe I'll consider taking a look.

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[smokedout]

[He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and lets it out as a quiet groan.]

It doesn't matter if I try changing, it doesn't go anywhere. I always end up back in someone else's grip.

[And then he shoots Reaper a somewhat challenging look.]

Unless you're about to tell me you care about me, wanna help, all that mushy shit... not sure it's really your problem. You don't like me, we established that pretty clearly.

[hellshot]

[Yeah, he meets that challenging stare with a quiet glare of his own.]

Buck up, buttercup. I don't like most people. You're not some special snowflake I go out of my way to dislike at any great length, so don't be too disappointed that I'm not about to stand here and fill your head with caring words and mushy rainbows.

[The smoky, echoing voice is absolutely filled with dripping sarcasm, you can almost see that inky black smoke filter between his teeth a little more thickly as he speaks.]

What does become my problem when there are people around who think they can run the lives of others just because they're strong enough or cruel enough.

I've killed men for less.

[smokedout]

[He bristles a bit more, but... then his shoulders slump, and he relaxes a bit. He really has no good reason to fight Reaper right now, for once they're agreeing on something. And all it took was living through a few more months of cruelty and paranoia without him.]

Like I said, I wouldn't object if you killed him. I'm done thinking there's any pride in keeping that for myself. [He pauses to light a cigarette, his white smoke forming a cloud to compliment Reaper's, and moves a little closer to him. At least he's respectful enough to keep his hands to himself.] That is, if you wanna risk getting my attention back.