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Kotomine_Rin:
Costin
"You're goddamn right. Don't call me glib again though, I resent that. Lies and pretty words make me want to grind things into nothing." There was no plead or fear in those words, and the light gleaming off his sunglasses didn't betray anything more than a sincere ember. An irritation at the predicament he was at, not the person before him.
He tried to be honest here. Still, he couldn't afford to be too honest. His job didn't allow personal feelings to get in the way like that. So deep down, perhaps the title suited him. That managed to make him angry, if only for a moment.
They say an immoral man trying to be moral is a better person than a normal man living normally. But that man would never agree to such a title. He never learned a different way to live. Only to follow his own path, wherever it took.
"Are you going to kill me?"
YOLF:
Headmaster
She seemed to ponder this, and pushed the near-emptied, cooled mug she had brought with her to the edge of the table, grinding with a low sound against the wood. If her face was made of stone before, now a minute crack shifted around her mouth.
"Do you want to die?" She asked in turn.
Kotomine_Rin:
Costin
A simple shake of his head, calm and manner of factly.
"Whoever says out loud they want to die is full of crap. They actually want to live more than anyone, so they express that urge one way or another. On the other hand, if someone is genuinely willing to die, they end up disappearing silently." He answered her seriously, with words tinted with the bitterness of a life ill-spent.
He inhaled the blackened scent of cooled coffee. Softly, quietly, he took the time to enjoy its aromas.
"Besides, I've yet to meet a lucky bastard who gets to choose when death takes him. Friend, foe, good, evil... whatever misfortune or misery comes your way, it's not going to care about what you want. The best thing you can do is close your eyes and take it."
YOLF:
Headmaster
"Fortunate are those with the privilege to choose when and how they will die," she said. The Headmaster did not stand up, but her voice resounded as if she had taken a lone stand at a podium. Or perhaps as if speaking into the chasm that was Costin. "Convince me to not take that possibility away from you."
Kotomine_Rin:
Costin
What came first was a grimace, the low animalistic growl of a monster, faint enough most would miss it. But then, and only then, a cracked smile, bitter yet with good humor. The chuckle was almost melodious in comparison.
With the warm mirth of a killer to its fellow.
"Goddamn, lady. You just aren't going to let up." He shook his head with a small laugh, bitter yet amused. Was it his own predicament that he found so ironic, or something else?
The apostle inhaled a deep breath, he savored her smell before answering.
"Killing someone means committing yourself to that idea, to the act. If you really wanted to fucking end me, you wouldn't be asking me for permission. You do it, or you don't, with no room for convincing or second-guessing. Otherwise, murder becomes a half-measure, something cheap to be tossed away like scraps, or a currency to give or hold back whenever convenient."
And with a sudden snap, the chain rattled and tensed with a lunge that jerked his entire body. The room suddenly shook, the sound cutting the air like a cold blade. But his body stopped, held back by its restraint. Only an inch away from her. An inch
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ing.
Close enough that they could embrace if they were lovers. Close enough her good smell could mingle with his acrid, bloody smell. Close enough she could dig her claws in his heart if she so desired. And yet his voice was soft and... kind.
"If you're so certain of this path, do it and don't doubt yourself over it. If you question that finality at all, don't bother, it's not the kind of choice you can make with regrets or half-measures in mind. That's the only thing I'll say on that subject."
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