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[waragainstfaith]

*somewhere in the main room of the mansion, the body of Erebus Hades (messofinnocence) is pinned neatly to a wall with two knives through his shoulders; he's been shot in the forehead and through the heart, at point-blank range, so the wounds are messy and the blood is copious, and Dio hasn't bothered to clean them up

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[inhibitionsaway]

*someplace, somewhere, probably felt a twinge of apprehension (the kind you get when a loved one's in trouble) -- and so he's been more nervous and twitchy than hyperactive-- and now as he enters the room, just stops, completely frozen and unable to tear his eyes away from Erebus' corpse*

[waragainstfaith]

*...sits up as he notices him, hugging his knees to his chest* *quietly but loudly enough that Tristan should hear him* Hi. Are you Tristan?

[inhibitionsaway]

*the question breaks into his shock a little so that he's able to quickly glance at Dio, and that following movement is either an automatic nod or him having to weakly brace himself against the door frame; possibly both* What--? *trails off, really not having the coherency to say anything else, he's still just stunned*

[waragainstfaith]

*takes a deep breath before repeating himself patiently, forcing his expression to stay blank* Hi. Are you Tristan Pendergast?

[inhibitionsaway]

*somehow finds his way to a sofa before shakily collecting himself, still vaguely stunned; his eyes are kind of blank as he looks at Dio -- and very quietly--* I am.

[waragainstfaith]

*...hesitantly stands to make his way over to that sofa, bracing himself with one hand against the arm of it* ...you probably guessed that I killed him.

[inhibitionsaway]

*takes a deep breath, and more firmly than he thought was possible at the moment--* Why? I mean -- not -- I know he did something to your angel, but -- why do people always want to cause the same sort of pain they're feeling? If they know how it is -- I just -- *looks slightly lost* I don't understand.

[waragainstfaith]

*has to -- cringe, at hearing that, and glance away* He -- *shakes his head and starts over* Cut one of his wings off. No one has -- ever deserved pain less.

[inhibitionsaway]

*is attempting to keep his eyes on his hands now, because it's finally hit him, and if he glances up, he'll be sure to start crying*

*shakily* No one ever deserves pain period.

[waragainstfaith]

*...nearly as shakily* Erebus deserved it more than Jordan did.

[inhibitionsaway]

That doesn't mean-- *and because he really doesn't want to burst into tears, not in this room of all places, and since he has nobody to cling to quite yet, all of that has to be channeled into something-- this may be the first time it's happened, but; very, very softly and faintly bitter* I hate you.

[waragainstfaith]

*and his eyes will widen, and he'll take a half-step back as if that was a physical blow, and this is way too much for him, so he is going to start crying*

[inhibitionsaway]

*will probably feel absolutely horrible about this later, but right now he can't exactly feel anything, so he'll just sit and stare resolutely at his hands; he doesn't trust himself to walk anywhere or look anywhere, otherwise he'd save Dio the trouble and just leave*

[waragainstfaith]

*quietly, and as levelly as he can through the tears* I thought I was doing the right thing.

[inhibitionsaway]

How can something like that -- *gestures in Erebus' general direction, and his composure's starting to crack just thinking about it, along with his voice* -- ever be the right thing?

[waragainstfaith]

*...helplessly, stepping closer tentatively* I couldn't do nothing.