( Are you okay? What a simple question, and yet Esikko is left considering it for far too long. Left thinking about just how many people have ever asked him anything like that, have ever seriously wondered. He frowns to himself, picking lightly at the edges of his Watch as he answers. )
I'm fine. His new little boyfriend gave me a scar, though. That... one on my chest, if you... remember.
( From their little hookup, he means. It wasn't over his heart, but mirrored on the other side, straight and made by a knife, deep and recent. )
Aside from that and the downrank, it was mostly just humiliating. I'm not very strong, so of course I couldn't get out from handcuffs chained to a bed, and I couldn't use any magic, either. I tried yelling, but the walls are rather thick on the higher levels, it seems.
[ Fuuta is uncharacteristically silent in response, and for a longer moment than Esikko might have expected. When he does speak, his voice is quiet, grim. ]
… I dunno if I could talk about it like that, if that were me. Saying its “just humiliating.” If I went through that.
[ Handcuffed to a bed, screaming for help, left helpless while being scarred. It sounds like the sort of horrific shit that should only happen in horror movies or true crime shows, not in real life. And yet, here they are, with Esikko saying he’s fine.
Fuuta exhales roughly, hating the way his mind conjures images that feel just a little too vivid. Maybe it doesn’t help that he knows all too well what it feels like to be hurt by someone and knowing they’re enjoying it, thinking it’s justified. ]
That’s fucked up, that it happened to you. Something like that shouldn’t happen to anyone. You should be angrier about it, I think.
( It's interesting, because he's leaving a lot out. A lot that he doesn't think he can bring himself to say, and a lot that he doesn't think any normal minded person would ever want to hear, anyway. But at the same time, he's not upset like any normal minded person would be either, is he? He's just annoyed, he's angry, sure, but because he wasn't strong enough. The scar over his chest is annoying as hell, it's hypocritical, it's all over something he was asked to do, something he was paid for, and yet—
And yet he still wonders. )
...What if I deserved it?
( He scrubs at his face a little, fingers running through his hair and letting the audio sit in a few more seconds of silence before he continues. )
They seemed to think I did, and it's not as if I'm a good person. You've said similar before, haven't you? I am someone who's killed people.
[ He’s given the matter a moment of thought, but he’s ultimately too tired to mull over it for too long. Fuuta’s answer is quiet and hoarse, muted. (Days, weeks, months he’d mulled over it in Milgram. He’s tired. ]
I dunno, alright. … I used to think anyone who did something wrong deserved to be punished, and shouldn’t get to complain. But I dunno any more. Maybe it’s not that simple.
[ Maybe some things are wrong, regardless. Or maybe sometime it’s just not any of his business, what someone’s done wrong, what they deserve.
Esikko might hear the sounds of a mattress creaking and sheets rustling as Fuuta flops over from where he’d been sitting. He inhaled, hesitates, then exhales before speaking. ]
Do you think you deserved it? To be asking me stuff like that. … if you’re trying to say you deserved it, so it’s not my business, then I get that, too. I’ll leave it be.
No, I don't. But when so many people insist that you do, isn't it natural to doubt that?
( Once again, he doesn't feel like he's just speaking for his own issues here. Thinking that anything who did something "wrong" deserved to be punished has him immediately thinking back to Dabi, has him wondering, worrying, and then pushing it all aside. )
I don't know why I'm talking here, like this. Maybe it's just that I'm not used to having the opportunity. ( Most people don't seem to listen. Here, it's somehow different. )
[ The words come soft, much softer than Fuuta usually ever permits himself to sound. Less gentle, more weary, but sympathetic nonetheless. ]
I get what you mean. How it messes with your head, when there’s too many people saying that kinda stuff, over and over again. … how you start believing that, ‘cause you feel like you’re gonna go insane otherwise.
[ Fuuta peters off with a sigh before he slouches where he’s sitting; there’s the rustle of fabric as he thoughtlessly tugs down the hood of his hoodie, finding comfort in that familiar shadow falling over his brow. Maybe just a little of the usual toughguy bluster has faded from his voice when he speaks again. ]
Well, you can talk if you want. I’m not gonna promise I’ll always be on your side, but I can listen, at least. I know those old school traditional types think you gotta just bottle everything up, but that’s dumb. Might as well let it out. [ He says, when he would absolutely refuse to ever talk about his own issues. But you know, it’s different when it’s for someone else, so. He means it, when he says he’ll listen. ]
( Well, at least that last sentence earns a laugh out of Esikko, even if it's more like a breath, or a scoff. )
I guess that may be true here, but it certainly wasn't at home. Everything a crown prince says is taken apart piece by piece.
( What can he even say, anyway? There's so much he hasn't, so much that he's not used to, that he doesn't even know where to begin without specific prompting. Instead, his mind wanders to future plans. To the chain he's going to break from Kirma. To the realization that by not trying to force Dabi into one in exchange, he'll truly be alone. To the way he's been slowly picking at the seams of the House, and now he finally thinks he's found a crack to pry open...
Hm. )
I plan on trying something. Against the House. ( It seems out of nowhere, because of course it is. But it's been at the back of his mind for months now, ramping up even more with every emotional change in him, with every single decision or action against him that makes him want to be more reckless in exchange. )
Can I tell you when I'm about to do it, so you can notice if I go missing?
[ Wh -- what is with people here just changing subjects on a dime. He barely gets the chance to roll his eyes about the 'crown prince' nonsense before Esikko comes in with the swerve, and Fuuta ends up making an incredulous noise. ]
Haa? Against the House? What -- [ Actually, no, he doesn't really want to know. Doesn't want to get dragged into suicidal bullshit this is. ] -- isn't that dangerous?
[ No, he knows that's a stupid question. He doesn't want for an answer before giving a dubious huff, not giving Esikko a chance to answer. There's some more important he wants to address, instead: ]
I mean. You can tell me whatever you want. But I better not be the only one you're telling. Like -- you know I can't do anything if you go missing, right. [ Yet again, frustration creeps into his voice. It's not like he likes feeling so weak and helpless, especially in comparison to everyone here who can fight, or use magic, or whatever else. ] So I dunno why you'd tell me, unless it's so I'll let someone else know. [ Dabi, presumably. ] ... you could tell'em yourself.
...It's dangerous, sure. But I'm getting too antsy to sit around doing nothing.
( Esikko isn't sure how to explain his logic, but he's confident in it. People want to go home, or get out of here. If he can open pathways for that, if he can cross things enough that people can hop wherever they want to, isn't that fine? Isn't that something he'd be remembered for? Something he'd gain some sort of acknowledgement for?
And maybe he's always been the type to get a little out of control when he's upset. The type to put things on the line, even if he still wants to live. )
...You don't have to do anything, anyway. But you should stay with him ( Dabi, though he doesn't have the heart to say his name in this context, still jealous ) when I start things, just in case. If you weren't already.
And, if I'm gone for more than a few days, you both can notice. That's all.
[ He gets it. Sort of. The sense that somebody needs to do something instead of just sitting around waiting for things to change. He's weirdly reminded of the time he'd tried to punch out Es, back at the start of Milgram, though he's not sure if that's a good thing to be reminded of. ]
... fine. You can let me know if you want, I guess.
[ A pause before he clears his throat and adds, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary: ]
But this better not be some dumb ploy where you're trying to get him to pay attention to you by doing something dumb, you hear me? [ Wait, never mind, that came out a bit harsher than he'd intended. A muffled grunt before he grudgingly lowers his voice a notch to add, ] ... he'd probably just get pissed if you did something that stupid, so. Don't go acting like a moron. It doesn't help anyone if you just go get yourself killed and come back fucked up.
( That earns a huffy little exhale, like he's in disbelief. )
I don't need dumb ploys to get his attention, you know. I've been planning this for months, and he's been there for some of it.
( A tad defensive, he says this much, and though his tone doesn't reach the normal volumes it can when he's usually upset, it's still noticeably bothered. Naturally. )
It might be possible that I can open paths to our original realms, so it's relevant to everyone, him included.
[ Selfishly, his first thought is, 'who said everyone wants to go back to where they came from?'
Even worse, even more selfishly, it's followed by the guilty thought of, 'and I don't really want him to go back, either.' Dabi, that is. Where he'll probably kill at least one other person, and then die. ]
... sure. Good for you.
[ Fuuta might be trying to feign casual, but he's never been a good liar. Anyone would be able to hear the pause before he'd been able to muster that response, the uncomfortable tightness in his voice, the way he's forcing those words. He takes a quiet breath before tacking on, equal parts half-hearted and tense: ]
You shouldn't get all confident before things actually work out though, you know. ... how sure you are that this is gonna work out?
If it does work, I'm not going to force anyone home, you know.
( Ironically, Esikko doesn't want to go home either. But that's not something he wants to admit out loud, because it's not something he wants to have to explain, so this is all he gives. At the question, at least, he can answer in more detail. )
I've been able to find out a fair amount on the House already, with minimal interference, and I've been able to alter things like time and fate in my own realm. Even still, it's not something straightforward. It's only a 50% chance of any sort of successful traveling between realms, considering there's a lot I haven't been able to dig for.
( He's so much more focused when he talks about his magic, and it's clear in his tone, his steadier voice. )
But as for risks... It would be difficult for me to list every possibility, but rest assured the majority of it would be risk for me. My body is weak, so it's a strain to do magic like this, but I shouldn't die.
And even if I did, I have things in place to come back on my own terms. I've done that before.
( He sighs a little. ) Nothing is ever certain, even when you think it is. This is no different.
[ Esikko sounds more confident than ever talking about his magic, but it just earns a weary sigh from Fuuta. ]
You talk about all that stuff like I'm gonna understand it. I told you there's no magic where I'm from, didn't I? It's all just made-up stuff. Fiction. Even if I sorta get it, I'm not really gonna believe any of this stuff until it's actually happening and I can see it.
[ That goes the same for the positive and the negative. Whether Esikko manages to become their collective savior and finds a way for them to all go back if they want, or whether he fucking ... explodes, or something. He'll just have to take things as they come, he supposes.
So he grudgingly circles back to the only thing he can think to say. ]
Just don't do anything stupid. This place can do a lot worse than just kill you, so.
[ B-baka, it's not like he cares about Esikko's wellbeing. It's not like he'd rather the guy didn't get blown up or psychologically tortured by the resort's security. ]
...If I didn't know any better, I'd think you might be worried about me.
( Idiot that he is when it comes to these issues, his voice delivers that with a tired little laugh. It's the same laugh that always tends to come when he's hiding that sting, the sting that always comes when he's decided for someone else that he's not liked. )
But it's so not to bother Dabi, right? Well, it's fine. I'll be as careful as I can be.
[ He's not sure if he's more annoyed that Esikko is being this obtuse, or the fact that he's actually going to say this shit out loud and force him to address it. Fuuta doesn't bother stifling the frustrated grunt that escapes him before he mutters, ]
No, you dumbass. It's because normal people don't want other people getting fucking ... tortured and executed by the security of a goddamn sex resort. What kind of psychopath do you think I am.
[ Oh god this guy's for real. Give him a second to rub a hand at his face, and he is trying very hard not to sound too exasperated when he responds. ]
I mean, I'm not in any rush to wish that I could die instead of you.
[ Which he thinks is reasonable? It's not unreasonable that he doesn't want to die? And then, scowling, because in a very weird way, having to say this out loud is more embarrassing than the fact that they've fucked: ]
... but no, I wouldn't think 'good riddance.' Yes, I'd care if you got tortured or executed, because that's messed up. These are stupid questions, don't ask them again.
It makes sense when Dabi says that to him. It makes sense that Kirma keeps saying those sort of things, because he's been with him for so long, been so weird no matter what's happened to him. But this? This doesn't make sense to him. And when he tries to think, would he care if Fuuta was tortured or executed? The obvious "no" isn't so obvious. It falters a little, combines with a sinking feeling. Maybe he'd care a little?
But, undeniably, he'd also be a little relieved if Fuuta died. How can it be both at once?
And why would Fuuta care about him at all...? He doesn't exactly want to ask, either, and so... there's just awkward silence on his side of the line as he processes it. )
Don't thank me for that. [ It's grumbled irritably, because what the hell is this conversation, truly. ] You're right that you've been a pain to deal with, and I'm pretty sure you're gonna keep being weird at me, so I'm not looking forward to that. But that's that, and this is this. It's basic human decency to not want other people getting messed up. Especially knowing what kinds of things this place can do.
[ Sigh. ]
... why do I need to explain this to you? I know you're a prince or whatever, but don't you know this much? I thought royalty are supposed to have citizens to protect and care about.
Wh... what sort of impression do you have of royalty, exactly?
( He's baffled by that last line, honestly, and that comes across in the way he stumbles over his own questioning of it. )
We have citizens, but it's all... performative. My father is rotten, and he hates our citizens just as much as they hate him, not that they can say as much without worrying about their own necks. We'll sit down to dinner with "esteemed guests" that could just as easily get into a fatal accident on their ride home, or be arrested for attempted poisoning, you know? There are no friendships, there's no concern for anyone but themselves.
( To him, it brings to mind how Fuuta always mentions how his magic sounds fantasy, like a fairy tale. All of these assumptions or understandings of relationships beyond how to use or be used are what sound like fairy tales to him. Ugh, but there's no way he's going to say that aloud. He huffs. )
It's just... You know, this place has been entirely different from what I'm used to. In that way. It makes sense, if you think about it... Our lives were never meant to pass like this, and yet here we are.
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( Are you okay? What a simple question, and yet Esikko is left considering it for far too long. Left thinking about just how many people have ever asked him anything like that, have ever seriously wondered. He frowns to himself, picking lightly at the edges of his Watch as he answers. )
I'm fine. His new little boyfriend gave me a scar, though. That... one on my chest, if you... remember.
( From their little hookup, he means. It wasn't over his heart, but mirrored on the other side, straight and made by a knife, deep and recent. )
Aside from that and the downrank, it was mostly just humiliating. I'm not very strong, so of course I couldn't get out from handcuffs chained to a bed, and I couldn't use any magic, either. I tried yelling, but the walls are rather thick on the higher levels, it seems.
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… I dunno if I could talk about it like that, if that were me. Saying its “just humiliating.” If I went through that.
[ Handcuffed to a bed, screaming for help, left helpless while being scarred. It sounds like the sort of horrific shit that should only happen in horror movies or true crime shows, not in real life. And yet, here they are, with Esikko saying he’s fine.
Fuuta exhales roughly, hating the way his mind conjures images that feel just a little too vivid. Maybe it doesn’t help that he knows all too well what it feels like to be hurt by someone and knowing they’re enjoying it, thinking it’s justified. ]
That’s fucked up, that it happened to you. Something like that shouldn’t happen to anyone. You should be angrier about it, I think.
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And yet he still wonders. )
...What if I deserved it?
( He scrubs at his face a little, fingers running through his hair and letting the audio sit in a few more seconds of silence before he continues. )
They seemed to think I did, and it's not as if I'm a good person. You've said similar before, haven't you? I am someone who's killed people.
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[ He’s given the matter a moment of thought, but he’s ultimately too tired to mull over it for too long. Fuuta’s answer is quiet and hoarse, muted. (Days, weeks, months he’d mulled over it in Milgram. He’s tired. ]
I dunno, alright. … I used to think anyone who did something wrong deserved to be punished, and shouldn’t get to complain. But I dunno any more. Maybe it’s not that simple.
[ Maybe some things are wrong, regardless. Or maybe sometime it’s just not any of his business, what someone’s done wrong, what they deserve.
Esikko might hear the sounds of a mattress creaking and sheets rustling as Fuuta flops over from where he’d been sitting. He inhaled, hesitates, then exhales before speaking. ]
Do you think you deserved it? To be asking me stuff like that. … if you’re trying to say you deserved it, so it’s not my business, then I get that, too. I’ll leave it be.
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( Once again, he doesn't feel like he's just speaking for his own issues here. Thinking that anything who did something "wrong" deserved to be punished has him immediately thinking back to Dabi, has him wondering, worrying, and then pushing it all aside. )
I don't know why I'm talking here, like this. Maybe it's just that I'm not used to having the opportunity. ( Most people don't seem to listen. Here, it's somehow different. )
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[ The words come soft, much softer than Fuuta usually ever permits himself to sound. Less gentle, more weary, but sympathetic nonetheless. ]
I get what you mean. How it messes with your head, when there’s too many people saying that kinda stuff, over and over again. … how you start believing that, ‘cause you feel like you’re gonna go insane otherwise.
[ Fuuta peters off with a sigh before he slouches where he’s sitting; there’s the rustle of fabric as he thoughtlessly tugs down the hood of his hoodie, finding comfort in that familiar shadow falling over his brow. Maybe just a little of the usual toughguy bluster has faded from his voice when he speaks again. ]
Well, you can talk if you want. I’m not gonna promise I’ll always be on your side, but I can listen, at least. I know those old school traditional types think you gotta just bottle everything up, but that’s dumb. Might as well let it out. [ He says, when he would absolutely refuse to ever talk about his own issues. But you know, it’s different when it’s for someone else, so. He means it, when he says he’ll listen. ]
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I guess that may be true here, but it certainly wasn't at home. Everything a crown prince says is taken apart piece by piece.
( What can he even say, anyway? There's so much he hasn't, so much that he's not used to, that he doesn't even know where to begin without specific prompting. Instead, his mind wanders to future plans. To the chain he's going to break from Kirma. To the realization that by not trying to force Dabi into one in exchange, he'll truly be alone. To the way he's been slowly picking at the seams of the House, and now he finally thinks he's found a crack to pry open...
Hm. )
I plan on trying something. Against the House. ( It seems out of nowhere, because of course it is. But it's been at the back of his mind for months now, ramping up even more with every emotional change in him, with every single decision or action against him that makes him want to be more reckless in exchange. )
Can I tell you when I'm about to do it, so you can notice if I go missing?
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Haa? Against the House? What -- [ Actually, no, he doesn't really want to know. Doesn't want to get dragged into suicidal bullshit this is. ] -- isn't that dangerous?
[ No, he knows that's a stupid question. He doesn't want for an answer before giving a dubious huff, not giving Esikko a chance to answer. There's some more important he wants to address, instead: ]
I mean. You can tell me whatever you want. But I better not be the only one you're telling. Like -- you know I can't do anything if you go missing, right. [ Yet again, frustration creeps into his voice. It's not like he likes feeling so weak and helpless, especially in comparison to everyone here who can fight, or use magic, or whatever else. ] So I dunno why you'd tell me, unless it's so I'll let someone else know. [ Dabi, presumably. ] ... you could tell'em yourself.
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( Esikko isn't sure how to explain his logic, but he's confident in it. People want to go home, or get out of here. If he can open pathways for that, if he can cross things enough that people can hop wherever they want to, isn't that fine? Isn't that something he'd be remembered for? Something he'd gain some sort of acknowledgement for?
And maybe he's always been the type to get a little out of control when he's upset. The type to put things on the line, even if he still wants to live. )
...You don't have to do anything, anyway. But you should stay with him ( Dabi, though he doesn't have the heart to say his name in this context, still jealous ) when I start things, just in case. If you weren't already.
And, if I'm gone for more than a few days, you both can notice. That's all.
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... fine. You can let me know if you want, I guess.
[ A pause before he clears his throat and adds, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary: ]
But this better not be some dumb ploy where you're trying to get him to pay attention to you by doing something dumb, you hear me? [ Wait, never mind, that came out a bit harsher than he'd intended. A muffled grunt before he grudgingly lowers his voice a notch to add, ] ... he'd probably just get pissed if you did something that stupid, so. Don't go acting like a moron. It doesn't help anyone if you just go get yourself killed and come back fucked up.
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I don't need dumb ploys to get his attention, you know. I've been planning this for months, and he's been there for some of it.
( A tad defensive, he says this much, and though his tone doesn't reach the normal volumes it can when he's usually upset, it's still noticeably bothered. Naturally. )
It might be possible that I can open paths to our original realms, so it's relevant to everyone, him included.
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Even worse, even more selfishly, it's followed by the guilty thought of, 'and I don't really want him to go back, either.' Dabi, that is. Where he'll probably kill at least one other person, and then die. ]
... sure. Good for you.
[ Fuuta might be trying to feign casual, but he's never been a good liar. Anyone would be able to hear the pause before he'd been able to muster that response, the uncomfortable tightness in his voice, the way he's forcing those words. He takes a quiet breath before tacking on, equal parts half-hearted and tense: ]
You shouldn't get all confident before things actually work out though, you know. ... how sure you are that this is gonna work out?
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( Ironically, Esikko doesn't want to go home either. But that's not something he wants to admit out loud, because it's not something he wants to have to explain, so this is all he gives. At the question, at least, he can answer in more detail. )
I've been able to find out a fair amount on the House already, with minimal interference, and I've been able to alter things like time and fate in my own realm. Even still, it's not something straightforward. It's only a 50% chance of any sort of successful traveling between realms, considering there's a lot I haven't been able to dig for.
( He's so much more focused when he talks about his magic, and it's clear in his tone, his steadier voice. )
But as for risks... It would be difficult for me to list every possibility, but rest assured the majority of it would be risk for me. My body is weak, so it's a strain to do magic like this, but I shouldn't die.
And even if I did, I have things in place to come back on my own terms. I've done that before.
( He sighs a little. ) Nothing is ever certain, even when you think it is. This is no different.
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You talk about all that stuff like I'm gonna understand it. I told you there's no magic where I'm from, didn't I? It's all just made-up stuff. Fiction. Even if I sorta get it, I'm not really gonna believe any of this stuff until it's actually happening and I can see it.
[ That goes the same for the positive and the negative. Whether Esikko manages to become their collective savior and finds a way for them to all go back if they want, or whether he fucking ... explodes, or something. He'll just have to take things as they come, he supposes.
So he grudgingly circles back to the only thing he can think to say. ]
Just don't do anything stupid. This place can do a lot worse than just kill you, so.
[ B-baka, it's not like he cares about Esikko's wellbeing. It's not like he'd rather the guy didn't get blown up or psychologically tortured by the resort's security. ]
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( Idiot that he is when it comes to these issues, his voice delivers that with a tired little laugh. It's the same laugh that always tends to come when he's hiding that sting, the sting that always comes when he's decided for someone else that he's not liked. )
But it's so not to bother Dabi, right? Well, it's fine. I'll be as careful as I can be.
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No, you dumbass. It's because normal people don't want other people getting fucking ... tortured and executed by the security of a goddamn sex resort. What kind of psychopath do you think I am.
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...So would you care? If I was tortured or executed?
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Are you seriously asking that out loud.
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( He's ignoring what Fuuta just said to continue like this... )
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I mean, I'm not in any rush to wish that I could die instead of you.
[ Which he thinks is reasonable? It's not unreasonable that he doesn't want to die? And then, scowling, because in a very weird way, having to say this out loud is more embarrassing than the fact that they've fucked: ]
... but no, I wouldn't think 'good riddance.' Yes, I'd care if you got tortured or executed, because that's messed up. These are stupid questions, don't ask them again.
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It makes sense when Dabi says that to him. It makes sense that Kirma keeps saying those sort of things, because he's been with him for so long, been so weird no matter what's happened to him. But this? This doesn't make sense to him. And when he tries to think, would he care if Fuuta was tortured or executed? The obvious "no" isn't so obvious. It falters a little, combines with a sinking feeling. Maybe he'd care a little?
But, undeniably, he'd also be a little relieved if Fuuta died. How can it be both at once?
And why would Fuuta care about him at all...? He doesn't exactly want to ask, either, and so... there's just awkward silence on his side of the line as he processes it. )
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[ He's going to be so pissed if this guy just trying to hang up on him after making him answer that bullshit. ]
Are you fucking serio -- I can see the connection's still open, you asshole. Say something.
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( It's rare that he apologizes, but it comes out quickly this time, a mumbled thing rather than anything too deep or thoughtful. )
I was just surprised. It's not as though I've offered you very much in any way...
But... thanks. I suppose.
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[ Sigh. ]
... why do I need to explain this to you? I know you're a prince or whatever, but don't you know this much? I thought royalty are supposed to have citizens to protect and care about.
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( He's baffled by that last line, honestly, and that comes across in the way he stumbles over his own questioning of it. )
We have citizens, but it's all... performative. My father is rotten, and he hates our citizens just as much as they hate him, not that they can say as much without worrying about their own necks. We'll sit down to dinner with "esteemed guests" that could just as easily get into a fatal accident on their ride home, or be arrested for attempted poisoning, you know? There are no friendships, there's no concern for anyone but themselves.
( To him, it brings to mind how Fuuta always mentions how his magic sounds fantasy, like a fairy tale. All of these assumptions or understandings of relationships beyond how to use or be used are what sound like fairy tales to him. Ugh, but there's no way he's going to say that aloud. He huffs. )
It's just... You know, this place has been entirely different from what I'm used to. In that way. It makes sense, if you think about it... Our lives were never meant to pass like this, and yet here we are.
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