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[Lazlo has been catching brief glimpses out of the corners of his eyes when in the bathroom lately-little things that couldn’t…possibly be there. There is no way for them to be there. He had died, after all. Lazlo had…seen him die.
So he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Until today, that is. It’s just a brief stop, communicator open and (unknowingly) recording as he goes about looking through the latest things on the network. A frown of thought at some of them, and then the feed shows him glancing up to the mirror and-freezing. The colour drains out of his face. Because, there, on the other side of the glass, is his former commander, the last bearer of the Rune. His mouth works and he stumbles back instinctively from the room and into the hall, back hitting the wall as the communicator clatters to the floor.] C-Commander-no.
[Soon, the man steps into the doorway of the bathroom as Lazlo holds up a shaking left hand. The back of it is glowing, bright red. Then the man speaks,]
Ah, you would use that cursed Rune against me?
[Lazlo’s throat works.] You aren’t here. It’s not possible, you-I saw you-
Saw me be consumed? [The man steps forward, features set into a grim expression.] Saw it take my life? Like it may very well yours, some day? Or another’s.
No. No, that’s-
…That’s right. You’re determined to bear it. For how long? How long will you be able to watch everyone around you die? [The manifestation cocks his head.] How long will you be able to live on alone…? [Lazlo is silent, shaking. The glowing remains bright on the back of his left hand.]
How many wars will start because of that Rune you bear, I wonder?
[Lazlo stumbles away as the manifestation steps closer, effectively ending the feed as he steps on the communicator.]
So he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Until today, that is. It’s just a brief stop, communicator open and (unknowingly) recording as he goes about looking through the latest things on the network. A frown of thought at some of them, and then the feed shows him glancing up to the mirror and-freezing. The colour drains out of his face. Because, there, on the other side of the glass, is his former commander, the last bearer of the Rune. His mouth works and he stumbles back instinctively from the room and into the hall, back hitting the wall as the communicator clatters to the floor.] C-Commander-no.
[Soon, the man steps into the doorway of the bathroom as Lazlo holds up a shaking left hand. The back of it is glowing, bright red. Then the man speaks,]
Ah, you would use that cursed Rune against me?
[Lazlo’s throat works.] You aren’t here. It’s not possible, you-I saw you-
Saw me be consumed? [The man steps forward, features set into a grim expression.] Saw it take my life? Like it may very well yours, some day? Or another’s.
No. No, that’s-
…That’s right. You’re determined to bear it. For how long? How long will you be able to watch everyone around you die? [The manifestation cocks his head.] How long will you be able to live on alone…? [Lazlo is silent, shaking. The glowing remains bright on the back of his left hand.]
How many wars will start because of that Rune you bear, I wonder?
[Lazlo stumbles away as the manifestation steps closer, effectively ending the feed as he steps on the communicator.]