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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine stands on the Plane, in his regular clothes and not his butler outfit. He doesn't seem troubled. In his hands, he holds two long, thin boxes.]

Miss Rose? I am waiting for you.

[After a slight pause, straightening up.] Creator, I need you as well.

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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Simple but with a hint of sadness.] I didn't want you to be broken.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Oh, Argentine.] I'd come back.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

You would have to break first.

[ex_fatalist246]

[with an almost-smile] Then it's good you can repair things.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine tilts his head.] I could never repair you.

[ex_fatalist246]

Part of me is art.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine crosses his arms.] It would both be disgusting and a pleasure to repair that part. But your flesh?

[ex_fatalist246]

The twins would restore that here.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

I would rather you were never broken.

[ex_fatalist246]

It's inevitable.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

But not imminent.

[ex_fatalist246]

What's one less year?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

A lifetime of experience to a human.

[ex_fatalist246]

It's fine. You're the one we have to worry about.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Worry? Yes... I worry for you as well.

[ex_fatalist246]

We'll worry if I'm selected. Not now.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine nods, quiet, though he is still uneasy at the idea.]