Video 005 // Pieces

[redcloakedthief]

[The man on the screen might seem familiar to some. He keeps to himself, keeps to the shadows, but he is around nonetheless. After all...Vatheon is like another home, these days.

But he seems worn, tired. His expression is a smile, but...There is something off about it, and before he speaks he runs a hand through messy brown hair.]It seems like

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[sweeperesque]

Please don't do anything rash.

[First thought. Always the first thought. She can't help him if he runs off and does something ridiculous.

Because familiar as they are, it would be insulting to think that she couldn't figure out what was wrong.]

Where to?

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[redcloakedthief]

I'm not. I've been busy performing last requests.

[That bitter tone he is not even bothering to hide.]

Wherever. Pick a place.

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[sweeperesque]

... Closest to the marketplace, then. Let me take care of some stuff too.

[Because she knows that once she's there, she won't leave him.]

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[redcloakedthief]

I'll be there.

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And with a sigh, he tucks the SFC away and sets out. He'll be on a roof, avoiding people, staring down at the marketplace with an unreadable expression.]

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[sweeperesque]

[It takes her a bit longer, since she had to check on Katsu. She also had to pick up a few things.

There's a bottle of wine being offered to him. ]

You look like you need it.

[A slight laugh as she sits on the ledge.]

... Not the alcohol. The connection to him.

Remember what he wants. It's the most important.

[redcloakedthief]

[...He's a little stunned. Of course, he'd told her about their late night talks and drinking, but he knew that she didn't approve of alcohol.

This gift speaks volumes, and he hesitates to accept it.]

I...Thanks.

[...and he takes it, setting it beside him and nodding.]

This is all very pointless, Saya. And they're both stubborn idiots.

[sweeperesque]

[A sigh and she leans against him, matching his gaze downward.]

No such thing as pointless, Matthew.

So what if they're both stubborn idiots? We're not. ... Well, most of the time.

[redcloakedthief]

...You don't think so? I'm pretty sure that what just happened between the two of them was better off not happening.

[...]

Right, well. Are we going to fix it, then?

[sweeperesque]

.... Would it have been better if I didn't die and Train remained the cold-hearted assassin that he was, Matthew? [Hah.] It's way too early to say what'll come of this.

And of course we're going to fix it. When you're feeling better, though. You can't help anyone with that face.

[redcloakedthief]

[...He doesn't want to think of any of that.

He's just so tired of death, of his friends and loved ones dying and it's--

A smile. He knows he shouldn't, but at the same time, it's a natural reaction for him.]

What face?

[sweeperesque]

[She points right up at him.]

That one.

[A smile. And she uses her hand to point at her own. He should know the difference by now- when she smiles when there's very little to smile about.]

Like this one.

[redcloakedthief]

...Right.

Like that one.

[...Heh.]

[sweeperesque]

[A bit of a laugh and she goes back to leaning against him, looking elsewhere. And then, quite simply:]

Talk.

I know you usually don't- not about these things- but... Don't you think we need to waste time somehow?

[redcloakedthief]

...Talk, huh?

I think our friends need to stop dying.

[sweeperesque]

That'd be nice. Yes, I agree. Let's all become pacifists and create anti-dino chambers.

Would that make you less sad?

[redcloakedthief]

[Pffff heh.]

Well you don't have to be patronizing about it, you know. I know it happens and I know it's impossible; I was in a war, Saya.

But...

[Yes. He'd be happier.]