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[Ken's stopped for serious time. He's lying back in bed, in the room he and Youji are sharing--the other man's nowhere to be seen--idly scratching Ratty's ears. The little purple Pokemon is bruxing happily at the attention.]...so, I was thinking
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[Youji laughs mirthlessly. Remains leaning on Ken, because standing on his own power is just too much after that staggering a confession. So close on the heels of actually hearing an order to assassinate Ken and Omi, faked or not, and now Ken is telling him there's a very real chance he may have to stop him from going on a minor massacre. Talk him down, he says. Because you listen to me even when you are sane... unless the intended implication was that he'd be more likely to listen to Youji after he lost his mind, which was too clever a stealth insult for Youji to award him credit for. Hopeless, wishful thinking it was.]
You know that it isn't going to work out like that.
[Youji can't promise it will work out at all; it was a disturbingly short time before he arrived in Johto that he was reminded of Ken's prowess as an assassin. Reminded that Ken was perfectly capable of murdering him in less time than it took for him to turn around. Only an athlete's perfect control of his body, a trained killer's mastery of his weapon, had saved Youji's life.
And what a weapon it was. While Youji would never call death by oxygen deprivation a relaxing thing to watch, it was usually clean. Blood and other vital organs generally remained in the body. Ligature marks and the pallor of death were Youji's only really calling cards, and he left each kill where it lay. No telling what blood and gore Ken would track in after a given mission. It made a terrible kind of sense to Youji. Eventually, you'd have to start enjoying it; why else would you do something so horrific?]
Tell me, first of all, why I should believe you'll listen to reason if you're gone like that. It might be safer for me to just take the clothesline to your neck and handle things that way.
[He sighs, tiredly. There aren't words for how much he'd hate doing that, but it seems... wrong, somehow, to be able to do it to Asuka and not Ken. He does think he could... he'd hate it, but he could.]
All of this being hypothetical... be a lot easier on all of us if you just keep track of your marbles, hm? Did it just get to be too much for you?
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