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[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.

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[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?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

In-- [stares at him] You?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. Me. Am I disposable to you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you can't die, right?

[ghostlighter]

Pretend I could. Or... what about Hei? Is he disposable?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No! [Guh? What? Now... Wait. That was just because he's like Signore Jose. That's all. @-@]

[ghostlighter]

... No?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Drops her case, pressing her hands against her eyes.] He's... not. He's not.

[ghostlighter]

[Would be moving over to hug her or something, but, um... bullet wound. So he just shifts a little closer before stopping.]

See...?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No! I don't understand. Something's wrong with me.

[ghostlighter]

What? Why would you say that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [She's flailing internally SO VERY HARD right now. Because. What? WHAT? If Signore Jose ordered her to shoot Chris or Hei or Crowley, she wouldn't do it. WHAT?!]

[ghostlighter]

There's nothing wrong with you, okay? [Well, aside from the obvious conditioning...]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But I would disobey. [Nnnnng. She.. sort of has a headache.]

[ghostlighter]

[He smiles to himself, but just a tiny bit, and it disappears soon when he notices she looks kind of pained. Quietly;] Like I said... there's nothing wrong with you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... [Looks at him rather desperately] This is wrong. I'm wrong.

[ghostlighter]

[In the same quiet tone, earnestly;] No... No, you're not. Alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... how can I want to disobey and not be wrong?

[ghostlighter]

It's called having an opinion. And that's not wrong.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But--I don't need to. Have opinions. That's not important for me to function properly.

[ghostlighter]

So? You can have them anyway.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But if it interferes with missions... It--can I really?