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Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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( kirakira

A beat. )

He was the one who wanted revenge. I said I would help him.

It doesn't involve you, so there's no reason you needed to know.

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[ He figured this would have been Mithrun's answer, but that's fine. ]

What if I bought two hits for both of you?

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( Let's set aside logistics for a moment, because even in his blurred state he thinks Oria knows it's not that quick or easy - obviously, Oria knows. That's not even the point here. )

... Why?

( Why would you do that, what would you gain, what are you so afraid of happening if we are the vehicles of our own revenge? )

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If you have to ask me why, you probably aren't distracted enough yet.

[ :)

But Mithrun would be right. Hiring a hit is easy, but when the two targets are affiliated with Sarabi? That's going to be rough. ]

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... This is more than just what friends do. Tell me.

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This isn't about being friends.

[ Except that it IS a small factor into it. Oria doesn't want to see Mithrun die without getting "distracted" enough to want to live out his life in full. He also doesn't want Sinclair to rot away forever in jail. He's aware of the risks and the thorough planning he'll need—Sarabi can't be underestimated. ]

It's about being selfish.

[ Of his own desires and wants. ]

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Then...? ... What do you want here?

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It lines up with my family's agenda well.

[ Not necessarily with death, but they do want to subdue and dissolve the organization eventually. Don't ask me how. ]

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( Mm. He doesn't know if he believes that's everything or not - could be. But closing his eyes to think just leaves him dizzy, so he won't think.

But he does fall quiet for a time, the sound of his breathing and the heart rate machine, steady, just barely audible. )

What did Sinclair say?

( He assumes Oria offered it to him. )

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[ Oria barely hears the background noise... he's still in the hospital, huh. Because. Well. Same hat. ]

He disagreed. He trailed off when trying to give me the reason, because we were still talking about how you died and all.

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( Hospital homies........ )

... Then let him kill her.

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No.

[ Despite Oria's voice, he's very firm on this. ]

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Why not?

[dissimulative]

Are you really asking me "why not" in regards to letting Sinclair murder someone and possibly going to jail for the rest of his life if he makes it out alive in the first place?

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( He exhales slow. )

I'd pay the case off. He wouldn't... even get close to litigation.

( ur move )

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I'm sure you could... If you're both still alive by then.

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She dies first. I'll still be there.

Sinclair isn't dying.

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Morgan Chatainne.

[ He'll be here to remind you who you are. ]

You know as much as I do that you can't guarantee the safety of someone's life in a dangerous situation like that.

[ And what you've done. So that you don't repeat it and make the same mistake. ]

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( ... )

... I can't. I told him as much. But it's a risk he said he wanted to take.

( But also, Sinclair isn't dying. )

Why are you talking to me about this? These are... Sinclair's choices.

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Because I know how goal-driven you are and that you'll stop at nothing to achieve it.

[ Exhibit A: eating a whole ass fugu. ]

You're right. They're his choices, but you also know how easily he can be manipulated.

[ Oria can see it, and he's pretty sure Mithrun can too. ]

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( ... )

Aren't you doing the same in turn? Manipulating him away from what he wants, because this is what you want.

( He won't deny what he's doing, though. )

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Is it still manipulation if those aren't my intentions? Well, I guess it would be from your perspective, since what I'm doing is bad, so of course you'd attach a word with bad connotation to it.

But you're right. I'm doing what I want, because like I said before...

I'm selfish, but what about you? Are you offended because you want something again in such a long time and I'm ruining it?

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( ... )

You can't kill him. ( The professor. ) You aren't in my way right now.

( ... )

... You're taking Sinclair away from me. But... if it was that easy to convince him, it wasn't that important to him.

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[ Oria huffs an exasperated sigh. ]

You think that was easy?! You should still go talk to him about it anyway. Let him decide for himself. I'm sure he'd still like the chance to at least tell you the answer face to face because he couldn't before.

[ And thought Mithrun died. ]

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( ... )

I see. It happened when I wasn't there.

( Not when he died specifically, but just - when he wasn't around, in a general sense.

Their crackling beeps mirror across the line, Mithrun by now distantly aware Oria's also in a hospital. But, here, though slight, Mithrun's heart rate rings a little quicker on the machine. )

... How typical.