exsiliumlogs | who decides what's right or wrong? where is the truth?

Date & Time: January 2nd, about 2:00pm
Location: The outskirts of town
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inhumanity
Summary: A Shinigami and a Homunculus walk into a forest. The Shinigami says "Lets talk about your creepy scientist dad." And the Homunculus says "Lets not." Unfortunately, he soon discovered he didn't have much of a choice. That's it that's the joke.
Warnings: cw: the greatest friendship, but for real if anything comes up I'll throw it in. It's Gin and Christopher those two deserve warnings regardless.

[He knew it would be simple enough to get Christopher out here with him - a part of him even suspected the guy probably knew this was all a ruse in the first place, but it's not like it really matters. They didn't even have to come all the way out here for him to try and bring this up, but despite the breach of privacy he's about to commit, he can respect it might not be something Chris would like to have brought up in a more populated area. No chance of anyone overhearing a thing out here.

Then again, he doesn't understand him enough to even know whether or not he would care. Maybe that's just a lie he's telling himself.

Either way, he doesn't dwell too much on the situation, or whether or not it's right or wrong to butt in like this. He just keeps walking with Christopher in tow, arms tucked into his sleeves as he steps over another mound of snow, peering into the distance as if he's really on the lookout for some Yetis to kill, that being the excuse he'd used to get him to come along in the first place.]

Ah, quiet so far, huh? We should go in a bit deeper. Maybe they're hidin' - if I was one of 'em I'd do the same thing.

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How could I be anything but?

[Amused, almost condescending, Christopher spreads his arms.] If I weren't happy with my existence, why, I'd never be able to survive it. And I'm determined to survive everything.

So you just sorta stick with it, huh? Admirable I guess, that sorta determination.

[A hum.]

Shame about the lack of ambition.

[Two steps forward. Standing gives an advantage, but this is not a fistfight and Chris doesn't need such silly things as body language to look down on this man. This threat.

(bite tear rend kill, stop him, get rid of him, don't let the pain get worse)

Christopher answers Gin with kindness, as is due to such a friend. He is only gentle now.]

Ah, that's a good start for trying to pry into it. It's easy to call someone out on your own failings, isn't it? Unfortunately, you'll find that your reflection won't serve you well this time.

Neither will your history.

[A smile curls, slowly.]

Is this how it was for that girl you wanted to protect? Truly, I feel some sympathy for her. It must have been very painful. [He presses a hand to his heart, sorrowful, compassionate.] You came along and saw someone that seemed pitiable to you, and out of the kindness still inside you, you became attached. I imagine she grew to care about you as much as you must have cared for her, and you're very smart, so you couldn't have had any trouble at all working out what kind of manipulation you would need to right the wrongs done to her. Clever as you are, you know best.

Of course, an intelligence like that isn't just directed at enemies. I wonder, how much did you hurt that girl because you knew what was best for her? What a sacrifice! Not just your own life devoted to vengeance for her, you even gave her your death. But did you ask her if that was she wanted?

My guess would be 'no.' After all, you are so very clever. You didn't need to! [And when Christopher laughs, it's like he can't get enough of the situation.]

[The laughter lingers in his voice and on his mouth.] Personally, I'm not interested in the suffering you'll force on me in my name. Not that I'd ever weep over your corpse and bear the weight of it, but . . . the mess I'll see when you have to acknowledge to yourself that you care is going to be too embarrassing. [A shake of the head.] I'm afraid I'll have to pass. [Brightly, he adds a kind condolence.] But don't fret about your lack of purpose! You can use Rin instead. I'm sure she can serve your need for self-satisfaction well.

[And then, Christopher straightens up. He glances around, his expression curious and excited. Energy runs through him as he presses a hand to his forehead and searches around.] Now, where are the yeti? You deserve to have good luck with one kind of hunt today!

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[Yeah, fuck, that's laying it on pretty heavy there. Of course he's not saying anything Gin doesn't already know, but there's never been someone who knew enough to call him out on all this to his face, and it hurts. He just learned to accept all of the hurt that came with how he acts cause there really isn't anyone else to blame for it, which makes it much easier to deal with as long as he doesn't think about it.

But he isn't going to do something stupid. There's a sudden burst of anger deep down inside of him that makes him want to punch Christopher right in his stupid face and break all of his teeth, one by one if he had to, then pluck out his eyes and kill him very, very slowly. It'd probably be really satisfying even if he didn't react to it, which at this point he'd expect.

So he chases away those dangerous thoughts before he loses himself in a darker part of himself he hasn't had surface in quite some time.

Can't deny it, can't talk around it. He doesn't even know enough about Christopher to turn this all back on him either.

So.]

Sure, sure. Maybe it'll mitigate the disappointment a little.

One thing though, just...

[He stands up.]

I'm not gonna stop. You know that, right?

[Head tilted, smile wide, Christopher watches Gin rise. His curled lips bare his teeth. If he could kill Gin right now, he probably would.]

Then as a friend, allow me to give you a warning: I would do anything to protect Master Huey. Rin is the obvious target, but . . . honestly, it doesn't matter what I have to do. I simply can't allow anyone like you threaten my survival.

[The kris reappears in his hand, dark enough to eat all the reflected sunlight. It can cut through dreams and aspirations, Liam warned.] There should be a mountain range nearby. They live in the caves around there.

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Rin? Haha, I trained her myself y'know. It might not be that easy.

[A part of him thinks Do not but no, he won't worry. Maybe she'll be ok.

Or maybe he'll just start making training harder to speed things up a bit.]

But that's kind of you. Especially since here I am, bein' such a bad friend an' all. Maybe I can make it up to you one day.

[But if that's what he's going to do, Gin just goes along with it and starts walking.]

I'm guessing if we do get a few you'd rather we leave the corpses for nature to take care of, yeah?

She's still only human. And I've been killing those for as long as I can remember.

[Over and over, he flips the blade in his hand, back to the idle gestures that don't mean a thing, or maybe they mean the world. All the violence in him is gone, and he sounds as peaceful and cheerful as it is possible to be with a weapon like that between his fingers.

He chuckles and shakes his head.] That might seem like the natural thing to do, but sadly, I'll have to steal away the winnings of the scavengers around here. All those Christmas presents didn't buy themselves, you know.

Hm? Haven't you noticed? We have some pretty amazing humans around here.

[He shrugs as he walks.]

That's fine though - you can have all of 'em if you want. I don't really got a need for 'em.

Oh, they can be very impressive, but I doubt any of them are a match for some of the humans I've met.

[And lost to.

Fuck you, Vino. Just fuck you.]

Marvellous, then! You'll be able to carry extra ones back for me. [Imposing on Gin just as if nothing has changed is easy. Lies always are.]

I'm sure they're some pretty scary guys. Good thing they ain't the ones doin' the fightin'.

But I don't mind. We agreed to use each other in this friendship till the very end, after all.

[Better believe that was brought up intentionally.]

[That comment, too, Christopher accepts with a smile. Gin can bait Christopher all he wants; Christopher won't snap.

It's the continuation of a beautiful friendship]

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