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["Wait-"]
Ah-?
[Greed stops and along the recording, everything seems unwind. No longer does the door haunt on its hinges; no more do his boots thud along the floor. Instead, it's faintly quiet - the only hush, a meeting of keys, barely slapping together. The Sin slumps his shoulder. Making M for a Martyr. His need to sacrifice. In the end, he really wasn't that off, was he?]
[However - ] You want to stay there, then? [He mulls it over; that tongue of his pressing against his cheek with the idea. This is Mello's payment. An action he believes is right, a penance he thinks he needs. The former homunculus huffs on the other side of the receiver - his smile waning down to a sliver.] Humans - you still think you deserve it, after everything else. Ehh - [He lifts his chin. On his end, the feed lets off a crackle; as if a candle nearby has puckered to life, low and waxy.]
[No, given the choice? Freedom has always been his, but - ]
[Greed drops his keys and when they thwck against a wood surface, the resignation is clear. This is what Mello wants - this is his desperation. Someway of cleaning the slate to start fresh, new.]
[So be it.]
Suit yourself. Just tell me when you're out. [He waves his fingers while he talks; as if brushing off the idea and shooing it away as simply as dust in a corner. He couldn't force the other if he tried and really, what would be the point? It's his decision. And in the end, isn't that how it goes?]
["I've always been a fan of choice - "]
[The Sin draws up his heel again and in the receiver, the dull scrape of wood is relaxed and sluggish.] A few days. After that, I'll be there. [And he will. No one else, no one more.]
[Just the devil and his steel, waiting to take one more back with him.]
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["Wait-"]
Ah-?
[Greed stops and along the recording, everything seems unwind. No longer does the door haunt on its hinges; no more do his boots thud along the floor. Instead, it's faintly quiet - the only hush, a meeting of keys, barely slapping together. The Sin slumps his shoulder. Making M for a Martyr. His need to sacrifice. In the end, he really wasn't that off, was he?]
[However - ] You want to stay there, then? [He mulls it over; that tongue of his pressing against his cheek with the idea. This is Mello's payment. An action he believes is right, a penance he thinks he needs. The former homunculus huffs on the other side of the receiver - his smile waning down to a sliver.] Humans - you still think you deserve it, after everything else. Ehh - [He lifts his chin. On his end, the feed lets off a crackle; as if a candle nearby has puckered to life, low and waxy.]
[No, given the choice? Freedom has always been his, but - ]
[Greed drops his keys and when they thwck against a wood surface, the resignation is clear. This is what Mello wants - this is his desperation. Someway of cleaning the slate to start fresh, new.]
[So be it.]
Suit yourself. Just tell me when you're out. [He waves his fingers while he talks; as if brushing off the idea and shooing it away as simply as dust in a corner. He couldn't force the other if he tried and really, what would be the point? It's his decision. And in the end, isn't that how it goes?]
["I've always been a fan of choice - "]
[The Sin draws up his heel again and in the receiver, the dull scrape of wood is relaxed and sluggish.] A few days. After that, I'll be there. [And he will. No one else, no one more.]
[Just the devil and his steel, waiting to take one more back with him.]