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[verysinister]

It is amazing how a little blood can make a man want.

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[mad_asahatter]

Red and black and blue it's seen. Blood's what it takes to make folks keen.

[verysinister]

Indeed it does. And without it we all fall down, don't we?

[mad_asahatter]

Down and down, into the ground. There we wait, until we're found.

[verysinister]

We're never found after that, dear. Never. [touches the tattoo under her eye lightly]

[mad_asahatter]

[she grins] Oh but we are, we are. It's just for a new star. Worms and beasties, eat away. It's for them that all will stay.

[verysinister]

[he makes a short, amused sound] Worms and beasties. Do you honestly believe that there is anything beyond death?

[mad_asahatter]

Life and death, it all connects back. Can you say, you'll not keep track? [hers is an inquisitive tone, although her face belies her belief.]

[verysinister]

No. Past lives? No. I was born and when I die...

[his words trail off and he looks away, brushing hair from his eyes]

It will be the end.

[mad_asahatter]

And then restart, in the dirt and back to ash. [she quirks her head one way, smirking] It's all about avoiding the back lash.

[verysinister]

[he takes a strand of her violently red hair between his fingertips and rolls it] So you are good in this life, thinking that you will get rewarded in another?

[mad_asahatter]

Each is what you make, choices that you take. [she smiled, leaning in as if to share a secret] Bad tastes good, doesn't mean you should.

[verysinister]

[he tugs on the strand of hair very lightly as she smiles] And if the ends justify the means? 'Bad' is subjective.

[mad_asahatter]

That's all up to you, whatever thing you do. [she reaches to poke his nose] Means are all the same, difference is the game.

[verysinister]

[he looks startled by her easy gesture, losing his train of thought momentarily--or perhaps simply shocked enough to forget to listen as she speaks]

[mad_asahatter]

[to which she simply giggles] Push the button, stop the wires. Some people know, that's to put out fires.

[verysinister]

[he blinks once, twice, and the barest edge of what might be a genuine smile raises a corner of his mouth] Without fires, [he murmurs] things strangle and stunt themselves.