My. I've never known a gift to not have a price.. so what prices will we all be paying for this so-called generosity? Perhaps I'm simply too accustomed to the games the courts play. It's rather difficult to look at it all with anything but suspicion.
I should have wished for my health. That would've been a lovely gift. Though the price for
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Abel! I certainly hope there's no price! You'll be paying for that the rest of eternity!
[ he'd needed the laugh more than he realised. he was quickly beginning to see that abel was really good at that, appealing to the part of him that could still find amusement in things. though a rather odd man, abel was--
-- but then he freezes on-screen, the pen falling from his fingers and both palms going to his eyes, the heels pressing hard against the lids. abel was.. abel was not what he said. he--
--so much blood, and those eyes, like a beast--
--black feathers, a city full of death--
--hunger and fury and--
--so many years, mourning her--
--no hope, no hope for redemption, could he ever--
--and he finds himself contorted in the sheets, choking back the pain of the vision. he'd thought.. he'd thought with the chip in, he wouldn't have to see those things.. he ( ... )
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[He could have gone on, but the transformation of the man on the other end stopped him cold. From laughter to pain? Was it another episode? Abel stood quite suddenly, his eyes wide with concern.]
Cesare? Are you alright?!
[He heard his name, and it looked like he relaxed for a moment, despite the sound of the other mans voice]
... What happened? Do you need someone there?
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Abel.. you're not..
[ after a moment, he lifts the device back up to look at the other man properly, and though he's pale and trembling slightly, his expression is absolutely certain ]
You are not human. Are you. [ why no, it's not a question ] I saw.. you. With wings. And fangs. You were so.. angry..
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... You as well?
[How was this happening?]
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That... That's a very complicated question, Cesare.
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I'm listening, if you are willing to talk, Abel. Are you-- [ a pause, here, cesare's eyes sliding away ] --Are you Azrael?
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No. No I'm... I'm no angel. Not even the one of death.
There's nothing mystical about me.
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... I... I don't want anyone to be scared of me... anymore.
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Abel, you-- are the most foolish person-- I am not afraid of you. You have been repenting for the things you did for so long.. and you are such a gentle person. [ a gentle smile, then, the expression a little wistful ] You can make me laugh. Do you have any idea how much I treasure that?
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So, to hear this man tell him... That he didn't fear him. That he wasn't a monster or a creature or a murderer... He looked to the screen, his face one of uncertainty.]
... [After a moment, a weak smile appeared.]
I... I'm glad I could make you smile, then...
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