[ lucien's feelings just get tighter. withdrawn. packed in so closely to the core that he no longer has to deal with them. they're for someone else, someone different, to unbox later. or maybe never at all. but there's a slight spark of something at that laugh - familiarity, or anxiety. one of the two.]
Waste of effort. Time. Bring us all the way here to kill us.
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Fuck.
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he laughs
it's a rather cruel-sounding one, and the amusement that runs through his emotions is still once again Not Quite Right and also very twisted
but he does laugh]
Absolutely.
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Waste of effort. Time. Bring us all the way here to kill us.
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Does that frighten you?
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When two have already lost their lives in a week.
[when it feels like everything is just beginning, and they have no control over anything at all]
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I've a notorious history for being hard to keep in a grave.
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Going to borrow a new body?