that's why you sleep with one eye open

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Who: deathlessness, fragmentsoflucy, and later proxysearch
When: Starting mid-day on April 25th.
Where: The warehouses near the docks, moving to police station.
Summary: Shinji goes to meet with the famous Urick with only a vague idea of what is going to be waiting for him or what's to come.
Warnings: Shinji and everything that comes with him. Struggle, guilt, disturbing conversation,

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It's effective, even in this city, and just as enjoyable. Maybe even more. [A smile, something less deranged, more intelligent.]

Would you still consider it 'murder' even with the chance they'll come back?

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To some.

[Obviously, not to her. Her eyes narrow at him.]

Of course it's still murder. The deed is done; a life is taken regardless of whether that person comes back or not.

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To everyone, on some level. It's just whether they admit it or not. You enjoyed injuring me, I'm sure; made you feel accomplished. And now you feel that way even more. Now that you caught me, now that you're going to take my life.

[He's not in the least bit phased, talking about the potential of his death as if he were conversing about the weather.] Would it me murder or justified punishment in your mind? To kill me?

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I wanted to get you away from me. I wasn't exactly thinking towards the consequences.

[She was glad, yes, when she saw he was unconscious. Even if it was Kazuhiko, she was just glad that she could retaliate. She had an opening, then.]

There is no death penalty in Canada. No one's killing you.

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A reflex, an instinct, everyone has them. [And they're all violent. A snort.]

After everything you've seen here, you still like that matters?

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If everyone acted on their impulses, Shinji, we would all be dead.

And yes, it does still matter.

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I know. [Is that a fond smile?] That's how it's supposed to be.

It won't, you'll see.

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No, it's not. People weren't meant to suffer and kill others.

[The truck jostles a little as it pushes forward, turning a corner. She sighs raggedly.]

I'm not killing you.

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[With the jostle, he winces at the shifting in his arm.] You're just as insane as Amamiya. Hiding behind 'good intentions'.

Not in a literal sense, but you are. Just watch. A few days, and you'll be one step closer to being just like me.

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That's not insanity. That's common decency. And I'm not going to be a murderer. I'll never be like you.

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It is insanity, you're just too deluded to see it. To see the way the world really works, and the way it's going to end. [His grin cracks along the edges, a shattering of whatever stability he's been displaying. So many of these people living happily under the rules of another, content to ignorance rather than a life of killing and battles. Fools on leashes, too trained to resist

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[She glowers at him in silence, turning towards the grating when the truck lurches again. For a moment, she doesn't quite catch his movement, but then her head snaps to the side and she stares at him, wary. She braces herself for any sudden attack, hands curling into fists...

And then he's rocking back, in pain, closing his eyes. Re-l watches him warily, ready to move at a moment's notice.

Her eyes widen when he lifts his head.]

...Kazuhiko?

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[A soft nod toward the familiar voice, even is he can't see her correctly without his glasses. A confirmation that he's awake. A torrent of thoughts flood his mind and he's left speechless in his breathing for a long minute. Until finally, he musters the only thing he feels he can say.]

I'm sorry.

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[She frowns sympathetically.]

I'm the one who's sorry. This isn't how it should be but...it's all I can do. I don't blame you for anything that's happened.

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[The apology makes his brows furrow just slightly in confusion, keeping most other emotion from his expression.]

Officer Mayer, because you've explained your reasoning to me before, I can accept that you feel I don't hold blame in this. But I refuse to accept an apology from you; you have done nothing that would need it.