Going to app him to poly_chromatic...

[sympathyforme]

Yo.

This isn't a good idea. But I suppose leaving Setsuna alone is an even worse one.

[He's blowing out smoke slowly, leaning back against the nearest vertical surface and not showing that he's in pain.]

Better hurry, then. Can't trust that idiot to behave himself for more than five minutes.

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[shall_yield_us]

Inertia, my sweet-deadened love, you can't handle the momentum. You might break, and then?

[sympathyforme]

Then you'd cut yourself on the pieces.

[shall_yield_us]

My, blood debts once more, blood debts forever? The seven's due, is it? So eager of you.

And tell me, how is my stain upon your flesh?

1/2

[sympathyforme]

[sympathyforme]

Serving its purpose.

[For now.]

[shall_yield_us]

As you are... not.

They say temples of old were brought young blades in sacrifice. Worn, wasted, wrought metal no hand could bare. No hand could find fitting. Perhaps that's your fate, isn't it, hmmmm? My lovely little maggot?

[sympathyforme]

My fate won't be that easy.

[There is that cold smile. of which I need an icon]

Maggots feast on rotten flesh, Rociel.

[shall_yield_us]

Oh? Oh, oh, oh, snap, the dog, his fangs at the ready. Snap, snap, snap. And which will you have first: my hand that's fed you, or my throat?

[sympathyforme]

However it plays out.

[No one can read that face. Oh so stoic.]

My Lord Rociel.

[It might be mockery. Whatever it is, his eyes stay empty.]

[shall_yield_us]

...no. Not from you. Not from you, I refuse that.

[sympathyforme]

Then my reverence shall remain unspoken.

[shall_yield_us]

And how many times cursed?

[sympathyforme]

Seven should do.

[shall_yield_us]

Keep the count, my lord.

[sympathyforme]

Until the time comes.