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[there's a certain trend one might notice among CID members. you see, whenever someone from CID is upset, you can generally find them at the bar. (unless it's that mouthy plonk Annie, because she a) never gets sad and b) 's a bird and therefore goes all weepy and shit instead of being a manly man and hiding her grief in booze) AT ANY RATE, one might notice that Gene just happens to be at the bar. he's shooting back whiskies without much care, a growing pile at his right, but if you come near him he'll adamantly deny anything's wrong.

after all, Diva all ready had a breakdown over Sam. he's not about to be a bloody div and do it, too. pffft, that's just silly.

so anyway, Gene's at the bar, which is his second home anyway. approach him if you want]

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But you're acting like him.

No, I'm not.

I'm not playing this game again. Ne, make your decision.

If I let you go, you'll kill again.

Tell me you won't.

[Her expression drops, and she just shakes her head]

I don't know, Gene. I could just say yes, but I don't know if that's the truth or not.

Edited 2009-09-14 21:54 (UTC)

I can't let you go if you're gonna hurt anyone.

Then what will you do?

That depends on you, luv.

But that would mean you trust me. Do you?

...I don't know.

{Lets go of the gun}

And I don't know if you should, either.

{Diva turns away from Gene childishly, spinning on her toes as her arms are outstretched}

Ne, I don't know about a lot of things anymore! So you're not alone.

I'm not like you, Diva.

Oh, you're not like Amshel, you're not like me, so who are you like? I guess Gene is Gene.

{That seems to remind her of what Lucy, so she looks over her shoulder at him}

Ne, that fake Sam...Is he the same?

Of course I'm Gene.

[he doesn't like this line of questioning]

A picky pain? Yeah, he is.

Then...I wonder if he could be my Sam again...

Edited 2009-09-16 17:17 (UTC)

Is that what you really want?

Well...it's like Lucy said. Maybe I could make that one the same. I mean, it's Sam, right? Whether he remembers or not, he wouldn't just leave me.

[the hell is Lucy? thinks he] Or maybe this time, he's happy not having you hanging off him.

Was he...unhappy?

When isn't he unhappy, luv?

That's not what I mean. Was he unhappy to be taking care of me?

[to tell her that Sam was stressed or not?] He couldn't do what he needed to do when he was watching you, Diva. You're a bit of a handful and the sodding ponce wasn't about to give up on you.

You would say that either way, Gene. Was he unhappy, or not?

You tell me, Diva.

I can't. Sam hardly ever told me anything about himself, or what he was thinking, or anything.

{She's about to cry again, but she tries harder to hold it back}

Just tell me the truth, Gene. If that Sam would be happier without me, then...Then I won't bother him again.