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[Firo is in the back of the theater brooding in a Manly Fashion. He has a bottle of absinthe in one hand and he's drinking straight from it, gagging and spitting at the taste. In his lap there's a little canvas sack; on his neck, a blood stain he missed while cleaning himself up.

He happens to be in a less than sociable mood.]

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[Some small, sane part of his mind sort of admires Ryotarou for holding his ground on this. Most of him, however...

He smashes the absinthe bottle against one of the chairs, his eyes never leaving Ryotarou's face.] I do what I know I have to. I do what I've always done.

[Ryotarou flinches slightly when the bottle shatters, but it doesn't last long.]

But it's not right. They didn't kill her... they didn't deserve to be killed.

[Quietly]

So I should have waited 'til they did?

[Takes a breath, then shakes his head.] No. You could have scared them off.

Scared them off. Scared them off where? Where they gonna go? You don't know anything about my city, about the way things are for us.

There had to have been another choice.

Maiming. And that's even meaner than a straight-out kiss off.

That... couldn't have been the only thing.

Go on then, preacher. Scaring doesn't work, killing's not allowed, maiming's just too nasty--what do you approve of, then? Giving them a bop on the head and some time in a corner?

Edited 2008-08-11 19:17 (UTC)

[When he puts it like that, Ryotarou isn't quite sure. But killing like that isn't right, and Ryotarou won't accept it.] ... Maybe. It doesn't always have to end in blood.

[That seems to defuse something in Firo. This time he shakes his head, settling himself back into the chair.] 'Doesn't always'. Did this time.

[Ryotarou watches, and his expression loses a bit of its conviction as Firo calms down.] Maybe... that's how it ended this time. But it doesn't have to if something like this happens again.

[Twisted little smile.] Next time I'll just cut off their fingers. Or maybe get creative and make them immortal, sink them in the Hudson buried in concrete. That was one of Luck's ideas. Always admired it, myself.

... You can make other people immortal? [That, and the rest of the idea sounds kind of sickening to Ryotarou.]

[His expressions clouds a little] Yeah. If I wanted to.

[Ryotarou frowns a little.] Would you?

[Quiet for a long time.] I want to say no.

But...?

But I also don't want to turn into a liar some day.

So... you would.. if something happened?

Don't want to think about what would make me change my mind.

[Ryotarou nods a little.] I... understand, I think.

[Gives him a contemplative look.] Yeah. That doesn't surprise me.

No? [Ryotarou blinks and tilts his head slightly... but it's more out of his own contemplation than anything.]

No. [Ironic little smile.]

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