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Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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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?

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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?

[tablescraps]

( 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.

[tablescraps]

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. ]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

... 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. ]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

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?

[tablescraps]

( ... )

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.

[dissimulative]

[ It's noticeable because when something suddenly changes pace, so. Hm. ]

Fan all your disappointment at Sinclair in person.

[tablescraps]

( Do you really want to sic Sinclair's grandpa on him... do u )

... Why did you call? You already did what you wanted. Were you that eager to let me know I'm down one?

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No. I didn't call to rub it in your face. I--

[ Oh, there's some rustling in there all of a sudden with some protesting noises in the background and some arguing--

"I'm confiscating this."

It's a woman's voice. Then the call ends. ]