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... is becoming a habit of yours, isn't it?
I like to think of not killing innocent people as more of a lifestyle.
That isn't what I meant, actually. You're settling.
... I'm sorry, it's a bit hard to carry a real heart-to-heart when you're--over there. Would you mind--
Ah, no. [ the sound of a gun cocking. ] I think I'd prefer that you stay where you are.
[ a brief pause. ] Okay. We can talk.
As long as I'm not killing anybody--I know. [ he laughs. ] Why is that? You don't care if they live or die. You don't care if anyone in this city suffers.
I do.
You don't. You know that most of them come back, you know people can bargain with the deities. The only reason you want people here is because you need them for something worse. [ silence. ] It's terrible, isn't it? Having someone you can't lie to. I could fire until it's empty and it wouldn't ma--tter--
[ a thud. the clone's voice catches, twists, chokes, thick and wet. one shot cracks--in its wake comes the crash of a heavy fall. eventually, a sigh breaks the silence, along with the drag of approaching footsteps. cloth rustles close to the recorder. after some time, the same steps limp away. alone, the feed winds into quiet and times out. ]
[ ooc | The clone's just fired out of a window and into a busy street. If you want your character to dodge that, it's all yours! ]
I like to think of not killing innocent people as more of a lifestyle.
That isn't what I meant, actually. You're settling.
... I'm sorry, it's a bit hard to carry a real heart-to-heart when you're--over there. Would you mind--
Ah, no. [ the sound of a gun cocking. ] I think I'd prefer that you stay where you are.
[ a brief pause. ] Okay. We can talk.
As long as I'm not killing anybody--I know. [ he laughs. ] Why is that? You don't care if they live or die. You don't care if anyone in this city suffers.
I do.
You don't. You know that most of them come back, you know people can bargain with the deities. The only reason you want people here is because you need them for something worse. [ silence. ] It's terrible, isn't it? Having someone you can't lie to. I could fire until it's empty and it wouldn't ma--tter--
[ a thud. the clone's voice catches, twists, chokes, thick and wet. one shot cracks--in its wake comes the crash of a heavy fall. eventually, a sigh breaks the silence, along with the drag of approaching footsteps. cloth rustles close to the recorder. after some time, the same steps limp away. alone, the feed winds into quiet and times out. ]
[ ooc | The clone's just fired out of a window and into a busy street. If you want your character to dodge that, it's all yours! ]