044: Death and All His Friends

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[Hei appears on the Plane in a simple wooden chair, his wrists zip-tied together behind the back. He seems to be unconscious, slumped forward in the chair, hair hanging in his face. He looks half-dead--battered and bruised and dusty. Blood is drying at his hairline and near his nose.]

[A moment goes by, and then he opens his eyes and sits up rather abruptly, shaking his head and sighing in annoyance. It's clear that while he's obviously been in a fight, it's not as bad as it first looked. He looks around the Plane.]

...Mostly according to plan...sort of.

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Dis...corporated?

[Looks away.] Sometimes I wonder if it's just misplaced affection for Jose.

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Killed. Sent back to Hell. Call it what you will.

[a small shrug] Either way, it's real enough for her. I'm sure she doesn't enjoy seeing you like this.

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I see. [Hei hadn't realized she'd gone that far...]

I know.

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She can be remarkably vicious for such a small girl.

And just so we're clear, the next time you strike me I will strike back. Third time's the charm, Hei.

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I know that, too.

[Narrows his eyes.] Don't do stupid things that put Henrietta in danger and I wouldn't have reason to.

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[snappishly] I have only ever tried to protect her. She was happy with me.

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You hypnotized her, then you stole the therapy thing. That at least wasn't really you, but still.

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And I dropped the hypnosis, as you asked. What more would you like me to do?

Do you know she told me the other day she misses me? What am I supposed to say to that?

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Nothing.

[Blinks.] You tell her you miss her too, obviously. [Pauses and looks away.] I thought she was back with you, anyway. After that dragon thing, it's obvious that you world is...safest for her.

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[Crowley just looks...stunned.]

I had thought everyone was still in agreement that I was unfit.

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Crowley, Chris's world has amulets that transform people into dragons, not to mention ghosts, and my world involves me getting tied to chairs or beaten up or killing people on a fairly regular basis. Your world has a stuffy angel and a sarcastic demon with enough of a conscience not to beat the shit out of an asshole who can't fight back. Now let's see which of these options is the best of the three.

You're a bastard, but either she goes back to her own world or she ends up with you, and ironically enough, the latter is the lesser of two evils.

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[trying to hold back a smile and failing rather miserably]

You know, if we'd had this conversation earlier I wouldn't have spent nearly so much time menacing you in that chair.

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[Can't help a bit of a smirk.] I think it's safe to say that we have communication issues.

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Oh, I don't know. A fist to the face comes across rather clearly. [a chuckle]

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Very true.