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[100mitsubishis]

DREAM there isn't anything else	THIEF get in get out
DYING a boring side effect	PARTY god that would be awesome

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[100mitsubishis]

[She's a string on a guitar and someone keeps turning its tuner. Tighter and tighter. She oughta snap any minute now, and it isn't her that's suffering. Kavinsky isn't, either, exactly. He found solace in Sirius, that was all. They didn't share all their secrets, minus the inescapable ones, being broodmates.

On the floor, everything seems very tall.]

( He wasn't that into being alive. )

[wille]

[ The string nearly does, snap, at Kavinsky's words. He didn't mean it, she thinks, he couldn't possibly know and at the same time, how could he not? A sense of rushing water, incessant waves rolling over bare bodies and her hand holding on to another's, desperation coursing through her veins at the threat of losing someone not that into being alive. But underneath it all is just anger, cold and steady. Only those with the will to live get to survive. ]

( What about you? )

[100mitsubishis]

( Aw, what, you're worried you'll lose me, too? )

[That's cute. She barely knows him, and she's show as much fear as any positive emotion. No, more the former. He doesn't blame her. There are a lot of things to find worrisome about him if you aren't the type to indulge. As many flocked to him, others kept their distance. The good and studious. They didn't want to end up with their strings tangled.]

[wille]

( Of course I worry. )

[ There's no shame in admitting that. She takes on the weight of the world and all its responsibilities upon her shoulders. A broodmate, no matter how much she dislikes the term, sits high up on the list. But not everyone likes having someone fret over them. ]

( So, what about you? How attached are you to being alive? )

[100mitsubishis]

[What a loaded question. And Kavinsky dives deep into it, swims about, then climbs over the ledge onto dry land. There's no point in indulging her, but she's the type to keep picking at him and she's got all the leverage to do so.]

( I'm breathing. )

[Not very. But he also doesn't want to die in any boring old way, and death sounds pretty blank and endless.

He wants to burn in fireworks, otherwise, not at all.]

( Your turn. )

[wille]

[ Misato bulldozes through walls of propriety with no regard for hurt feelings. Loaded questions are just part of the package. He's not giving her a full answer, with earns him a hint of frustration from her part, small enough for her to brush it aside in favor of conviction. Her answer to him is a vow she has fed to become a monster, overwhelming in its fury and fervor. ]

( I saw hell with my own two eyes and lived to tell the tale. I alone survived. You think I'd even consider giving up now? )

[100mitsubishis]

[A beat.]

( What did it look like? )

[wille]

( It was endless. )

[ She has never done this before, and hesitation precedes the despair that heralds the scenes seared into her mind: blinding bright skies, rolling waves the color of blood, bone-deep chill and shadows of man's long-lost brothers flitting through the clouds, gargantuan and deafening. She feels herself becoming the sea, the sky, her self diluting away. I am nobody. I, too, am endless. ]

( We'll get through this. It's not as bad as it gets. )

[100mitsubishis]

[He becomes briefly lost in what's her, ignoring his own festering thoughts about Sirius' disappearance to slip into a greater despair. Hell, is it? Being endless? Kavinsky doesn't entirely agree.]

( Never said it was. )

[wille]

( Plus you owe me a Ferrari. I keep track of the people who owe me things. )

[ Her tone is noticeably lighter. Sometimes she has to remind herself that he's just a child still, dark and bitter as he is. ]

[100mitsubishis]

( We have something in common. )

[And she doesn't owe him anything, but he's been keeping track of her anyway. Call it affection.]