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[Wiping a memory: oh, doesn't that hit a note. Greed's uncharacteristically silent on his side of the line. The furnace boils and bubbles; the static fizzes like the flat-line of a heart monitor. No, he doesn't have to guess the details - he already has an inclination. And as Mello briefly elaborates, the Sin subconsciously pats his fingers across the waist of his pants. The sound of pressed-on leather, airy, soft, but nonetheless present.]
["Father purified me - "]
I know I do. If I didn't think you were worth the time, I wouldn't have been so giving before. If this is what you want to do, I can't really stop you, now, can I. [A lull sinks itself behind his teeth. Perhaps, it's a little too personal. A little too close. Either way, the loss of his smile is all-too clear. As if as if - ]
[The Sin shifts, dragging his heel up and off the floor with a peel.] Having you on the inside makes things a little easier. Still, you're absolutely sure? There's no going back, after that. Those memories of yours - you sure you won't end up regretting it? [While he talks, the gem in his ear softly shivers. The chime of it is tinny. Bell(y). Like the last, beckoning call from a church and hasn't Mello always, always, favored himself the Martyr.]
[Greed pockets his hand and as he moves further away from the receiver, a grunt briskly interrupts the conversation. The former homunculus wrenches his window open - forcing the city below and all its activity to curl, just curl, inside.] Payment? Is that what you think I want? Don't be a pissant, M. You're one of mine still, even if your plan is stupid. [A beat and something pnks into the receiver.] I'll let the others know. What they do after is their choice.
Just remember what you're doing. [Ah, there it is: the bite. The Sin's lips set tight on the line and while the snarl is obvious, the anger? The bitterness?]
[This time, it isn't the other's cross to bear.]
Tell me when you're done. [His tone creeps and the Sin leans his elbow across the window frame. Loss. Giving in. Payment. In the end, he's said it before: nothing's free. Not in this world, not the next. Mello's made his decision.]
[And nothing, not even the devil, can change that.]
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[Wiping a memory: oh, doesn't that hit a note. Greed's uncharacteristically silent on his side of the line. The furnace boils and bubbles; the static fizzes like the flat-line of a heart monitor. No, he doesn't have to guess the details - he already has an inclination. And as Mello briefly elaborates, the Sin subconsciously pats his fingers across the waist of his pants. The sound of pressed-on leather, airy, soft, but nonetheless present.]
["Father purified me - "]
I know I do. If I didn't think you were worth the time, I wouldn't have been so giving before. If this is what you want to do, I can't really stop you, now, can I. [A lull sinks itself behind his teeth. Perhaps, it's a little too personal. A little too close. Either way, the loss of his smile is all-too clear. As if as if - ]
[The Sin shifts, dragging his heel up and off the floor with a peel.] Having you on the inside makes things a little easier. Still, you're absolutely sure? There's no going back, after that. Those memories of yours - you sure you won't end up regretting it? [While he talks, the gem in his ear softly shivers. The chime of it is tinny. Bell(y). Like the last, beckoning call from a church and hasn't Mello always, always, favored himself the Martyr.]
[Greed pockets his hand and as he moves further away from the receiver, a grunt briskly interrupts the conversation. The former homunculus wrenches his window open - forcing the city below and all its activity to curl, just curl, inside.] Payment? Is that what you think I want? Don't be a pissant, M. You're one of mine still, even if your plan is stupid. [A beat and something pnks into the receiver.] I'll let the others know. What they do after is their choice.
Just remember what you're doing. [Ah, there it is: the bite. The Sin's lips set tight on the line and while the snarl is obvious, the anger? The bitterness?]
[This time, it isn't the other's cross to bear.]
Tell me when you're done. [His tone creeps and the Sin leans his elbow across the window frame. Loss. Giving in. Payment. In the end, he's said it before: nothing's free. Not in this world, not the next. Mello's made his decision.]
[And nothing, not even the devil, can change that.]