FROM: @APPLEDIE | @ALL

[thoughtimight]

Hello.

I was told the best way to get the answers to difficult questions is to ask, then listen carefully to the answers that people give you.

Why do some men have an aversion to shaving?

Are they afraid?

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[inconstantly]

it was out of preference

[thoughtimight]

Even if it's detrimental to your well-being?

[inconstantly]

you could have put it that way earlier

[thoughtimight]

I said it would be more likely to keep you alive.

Then you said:

Never have I ever been very good with appearances. Or taking much of anything seriously for that matter.

[inconstantly]

wait

how is it that you remember exactly what i said

[thoughtimight]

It's an unusual answer.

Thinking on it now, it made me feel sorry for you.

[inconstantly]

there's nothing to feel sorry for

[thoughtimight]

Do you want to die?

[PRIVATE AS SHIT OH MY GOD]

[inconstantly]

[the real answer to that question is just as raw as it is complicated]

why are you asking these things over the network when i just saw you

[thoughtimight]

You wouldn't do something simple that would help you. I don't understand. The only thing I can think of is that you don't care enough to save yourself.

I don't want to die. I don't want the people that I know to die.

You're part of something. That means the choices you make don't just affect you.

[inconstantly]

[How did she put that together so quickly? John wouldn't have put it in quite that way. In fact, he hadn't connected his recent actions with his overall pattern. But it was true. He placed very little value in his own life and often didn't think of any others connected with it. In John's mind the self destructive habits were just that, habits, repeated actions that would eventually drag him down. But that was for himself alone.]

most days i do want to die

i hope that satisfies your fucking curiosity

[And yet he couldn't. Not until the job was done.]

[thoughtimight]

It doesn't.

I don't want you to die.

[inconstantly]

being curious doesn't mean you're entitled to get what you want

[oh irony]

[thoughtimight]

I disagree.

It's a way to find out how to get what you want.

You're implying that I shouldn't be concerned about you dying.

[inconstantly]

i'm saying that you're digging too far into personal business

[thoughtimight]

And you're acting selfishly if you think you wouldn't be missed..

@LOUISLAMOUR; private l o l

[omniavincit]

[ Prooooobably a while later: ]

You ok?

[inconstantly]

not in the slightest

hadn't expected you of all people to ask louis

[omniavincit]

I know her. I guess I feel responsible.

Anything I can do? I'm assuming you don't want to talk.

[inconstantly]

knowing someone doesn't make you responsible for them

but i could use a drink if you're offering

[omniavincit]

I could probably have told you what you were in for. [ Good thing there's no tone over text, because he'd sound almost fond. ]

I can do that. Where are you?

[inconstantly]

you would anticipate a person asking another if they wanted to die? that's almost concerningly specific

i'm in my room here which is thankfully larger than those pill box capsules back at base

my location is public, i can let you in

THE FATEFUL MEETING

[omniavincit]

[ Soon enough, there's a knock at John's door (accompanied, if he's listening closely, by a faint clinking of glass). William has a bottle—hastily dusted off, labeled in smeared ink—in one hand, a pair of glasses in the other.

His expression's braced for something—what, he doesn't know. (His face, for the record, is clean shaven.) ]

[inconstantly]

[John stumbles to the door without the caution that he likely should be having in this place, but between earlier conversation and that sound on the other side, he's fairly certain he knows who the visitor is. The door opens to reveal... a person. It's almost the only way to describe someone with an appearance as generally inoffensive as this. But still. It's good to finally attach a face to a "name."]

Louis.

[He gives a tired smile, rough voice matching his demeanor (own face still unshaven). As John steps back to allow his guest space to step inside he gestures toward the room far too opulent for his tastes.]

You can sit wherever you like, so long as I can easily reach your alcohol. I personally enjoy the sofa.

[omniavincit]

[ William smiles at the name, a quick quirk of the lips. ] John, for the purposes of the mission. [ His gaze lingers on the other man—unobtrusive as anything else about him, steady as a hand at your back. Though there's something unsparing in the eyes.

Could be worse, is his assessment. He sets the glasses on the nearest flat surface and starts pouring. ]

I pictured you older. [ Which, under other conditions, could be compliment or insult. Here and now it's just a statement of fact, William's head bowed over the drinks. He passes the first glass to John—the liquid inside's a thick, purplish red.

It's the approximate consistency of blood, an observation William isn't about to voice. ]