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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
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Contingency. There's no guarantee that anything either of us could do will kill him. That it can end.
What if the only option is learning it? And what if, after all that, there's still no chance?
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[Because the evidence all seems to point to that: eternity is meant for soulless creatures. It's the only way to survive all those years.
It's why Yuca's gone mad.]
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Though I can't imagine you'd be any worse company.
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[He gives Kurotsuchi a smirk.]
Too bad you won't be around to see it, eh?
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Yes.
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You never answered my question.
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I don't have words for that.
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He rubs his eyes, dizzy and no longer enjoying this drinking binge.]
Try.
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[Though the snapping's mostly reflex by now. He wasn't sure if he'd drunk too much or not enough. The shinigami was still struck by the absurdity of the conversation, of the moment- that it was actually important.
That didn't mean he had any clue what he was doing, what he was even trying to explain.]
Normally, he's easy to work with. I respect his intelligence, he doesn't usually annoy me. He doesn't complain about my methods.
[None of that seemed right.] He possesses misery.
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