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[delightme]

Another place, more faces I could care less about. I think I actually miss that wasteland from before; at least Gabriel was there to entertain me. And, of course, there was dear Cassie, who, let's face it, I wasn't going to talk to again for a very long time.

You have poor timing, honey, I'll have you know. But, well, I suppose it's not your fault. You're only human.

Ah, yes, by the way, since you think it would be just bloody hilarious to see me speak in another language: .لا تقلق عزيزتي

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[impudentsongbird]

Forgive me, but I'm not sure I--oh. Oh, you mean the ... other me.

[delightme]

Oh good God, I'm not sure the fabric of the universe can handle two of you.

[impudentsongbird]

[He exclaims wordlessly, shocked and censuring.]

Our Master's name in vain, brother, really?

[delightme]

Our Master? No, our Father, who, might I add, made off into the night to go gallivant around with his mistress.

[impudentsongbird]

[Sternly.]

He goes where He pleases; it isn't our place to question Him.

[Though Gabe does wonder what Balthazar means by 'mistress' ...]

[delightme]

Really? Ah, so you would stay on your sinking ship until it drags you under just because your captain told you to. Brilliant.

[impudentsongbird]

Our Captain knows what's best for us. You're treading close to damnation, brother.

[But there's something odd about the way he says it. Like it's less stern than it should be, and with a touch of dread.]

[delightme]

[And Balthazar just smiles.]

I think I like the other Gabriel better. He, at least, had experience in the world around him. You don't.

[impudentsongbird]

[Gabriel sputters a little and his eyes narrow.]

I suppose that depends on what your definition of 'experiencing the world' is.

[He's not holding his breath on this one. Sadness flickers across his face, because, from the sounds of it, it's already too late. One more brother lost to damnation.]

[trenchcoatedly]

For a spoken language, Arabic is quite beautiful.

[delightme]

I have a certain fondness for the classics.

[trenchcoatedly]

Not just for their more creative cries of ecstasy?

[delightme]

You know me all too well, Cassie, really. It's criminal.

[trenchcoatedly]

It's amazing what spending long amounts of time with someone else can do. It's almost like I'm entirely too familiar with your antics.

[delightme]

Maybe I should change it up a bit. Keep it interesting.

[trenchcoatedly]

I must confess to a deep concern of any new alternatives you might think of.

[delightme]

A deep concern that you might like it too much?

[disbenefits]

Thank goodness you've retained your apathy, at least.

[delightme]

The very thought of giving it up sends unpleasant shivers down my on-loan spine.

[disbenefits]

I heard rumors you might've been going soft.

[delightme]

That's why rumors are rumors, dear. Because they provide entertainment, but little truth. [except it's true]

[disbenefits]

Well, I'll sleep better at night knowing they're not true.

[delightme]

Will you? How wonderful. I'd hate to see the mess you'd be in if they were true.

[disbenefits]

Well, we'd all be lost without your misanthropic brand of heroism, obviously.

[delightme]

Ugh, heroism. That requires too much effort.