And there will be flowers, sweet flowers, growing in the bowers...

[metatron_tm]

I'm slowly going out of my tiny little mind.

Anyone care to help?

Comments

[jon_r_meyers]

Anything you want, Metatron.

...except for killing you...

[metatron_tm]

Oh, why ever not? *an intent look in his eyes* I think it would be interesting.

[jon_r_meyers]

I can't kill anyone, let alone a friend. No.

[metatron_tm]

Not even if it's for the best? Whyever not?

[jon_r_meyers]

Death is never for the best, it's never a solution.

Just. No.

[metatron_tm]

For some questions it is. You just have to find the right one.

[jon_r_meyers]

Not for this, not this time.

[metatron_tm]

You wouldn't know. *beams*

[jon_r_meyers]

And why wouldn't I?

[metatron_tm]

You aren't me, dearest, aren't Him. How could you know?

[jon_r_meyers]

*Jon looks at Metatron, closer. Something is odd here, the way he talks, beams... Are you alright? isn't quite the question to ask now, though.* Killing you would only make it worse.

[metatron_tm]

I'm not talking death I'm talking non-existsnce.

[jon_r_meyers]

That's not much better, you know?

[metatron_tm]

S'peaceful, at least. *shrugs*

[jon_r_meyers]

What's up with you? I mean... other than...

[metatron_tm]

Other than I've turned my back on all that's holy and good, I've lost the one thing I still had in pursuit of something I can never have and it's slowly driving me insane?

Other than that I've decided tequila wasn't worth the wait and firewhiskey is only just passable as a substitute.