SEVEN ‹

[ghostlighter]

[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.

Comments

[ghostlighter]

They're the innocents. I wouldn't kill them.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

They're witnesses. You... have to.

[ghostlighter]

They're innocents. They can't help they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, but that doesn't matter.

[ghostlighter]

Why not? It's not their fault. If you're not doing what you're doing to keep them safe in the long run, why are you doing it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....buh?] Long run?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. Once, I think you told me that your jobs have you putting down bad people, right? But if you're not doing it to protect those who need it, and kill any possible witnesses... what are you doing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Processing error, please wait]

I'm doing what I'm supposed to.

[ghostlighter]

Right. But... do you realize what the effects are?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No... that doesn't matter. I do what I'm supposed to.

[ghostlighter]

And there's nothing I can do to make you think otherwise, is there?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Guhwhat?] Think otherwise? Why... I don't understand. I do what I'm supposed to, and that means I'm doing what's right.

[ghostlighter]

No, it doesn't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

First signore Crowley wanted me to think otherwise about telling signore Jose things, and now you want me to think otherwise about killing witnesses. Why? I don't understand.

[ghostlighter]

[Deep sigh, but then— okay, he really should know better than to do these things when injured.]

Because it's not right. I mean... think about it. What's the worst a witness could say? They saw a little girl gunning down some high-and-mighty businessman? Who would believe that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...] That... doesn't matter, though. They--we can't let them tell, because even if nobody believe it, they still told. There can't be any witnesses. We can't allow that.

[ghostlighter]

I can't agree with that. I can't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Confused expression, possibly lost and a little hurt.] I'm sorry.

[ghostlighter]

[... quiet, careful sigh.] It's not really your fault, is it.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Still confused, because the Seed of Doubt has been placed in her mind.] I guess. I--but, Chris, the long run doesn't matter anyway for us.

[ghostlighter]

... maybe not. But what about everyone else?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Everyone else? [She presses the heel of one hand against her eye.] That--no one else matters. The fratello matters, the orders matter.

[ghostlighter]

So... that's it? Everyone else in the world is disposable?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[He shoulders sag for a moment; there's a little huff, a relieved sigh, because she knows the answer to this one.] Yes. Yes, that.

[ghostlighter]

... including me?