death_begins | Forty-second rebirth [Video]

Forty-second rebirth [Video]

...nice day, isn't it?

[It's not, really. Yuca is staring absently out the window, somehow deep in thought.]

Spring is coming soon. I want to plant more flowers with Rain- show him how. He'd like that, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, seemingly- not there. To those who don't know him extremely well, he just looks sleepy, or like he's just thinking about the flowers he's going to plant. But Yuca is rattled, uneasy, unsure. And what could possibly leave one as old as the world itself this shaken?]

Oh. Happy new year, I suppose.

[As an afterthought. Yuca glances toward the screen for a moment, before reaching over toward the PCD, and-]

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Something is wrong. I might need your help- but you'd probably get a good study out of it too. Maybe? [He bites his lip.] I don't know-

[Filtered to Lucifer || Unhackable]

[He swallows hard and forces a look of indifference on his face and it's good- he's had years and years and years to practice.]

...why you, then, instead of Him? I don't recall ever asking for your help.

[But of course, he'd take it if it gave him what he wanted.]

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I don't know about that- but they can't hear us if we're in my room.

[Yuca very much doubts that, if he's going to have as big of a tantrum as he feels is coming on. But he sighs and gives a sound of affirmation anyway.]

Alright. I'll come over.

I'll do everything I can.

[And he's there, knocking on the door a half an hour later, in a thin shirt and pants, shivering lightly in the cold, though he hardly even seems to notice it.]

[Break answers it, and steps aside for him to come in.]

Who's with Rain?

He's safe, don't worry.

[He steps inside, trying to control his breathing.]

Upstairs, now.

[He moves then, not really even caring to get indignant at the order.]

[Break follows him, frowning. All right.]

I don't know which room is yours, though.

[Pursing his lips, glancing at the doors after they move up the stairs.]

Here.

[He opens it for him. Al's glass toy hangs bright in front of the window, catching light and scattering it all across the little room.]

Ah- thanks.

[He's distant even now, mind on other things. Yuca steps inside, glancing around for a moment, before sitting down on one of the available chairs.]

[Break takes the edge of the bed.]

What is going on?

How honest do you want me to be?

[Bluntly.]

Utterly.

[He leans back. It's not really a question of if he could trust Break or not, it's a question of how much he really felt like admitting to himself.

But. Yuca sticks with what he knows for a fact.]

A man has arrived, who knows... things he shouldn't. He says he has the ability to destroy my soul. Other people have jumped to conclusions and said he's the devil- basically, the embodiment of evil, in my religion- and it wouldn't surprise me. At the same time, there's no proof he can do anything. [But Yuca- sort of believes him.]

Edited 2011-01-03 05:15 (UTC)

Mm.

[Break takes a moment to think about that. It's complicated, in more ways than one.]

[There's a long pause.]

...Xerxes. It's- disconcerting.

[Even to him.]

The problem, as I see it, is this-

Say it's true. Say he's the devil, and he could end you.

Would he?

Maybe. Maybe not.

[He's reached that conclusion already. Yuca takes a deep breath.]

...I know I'm grasping at straws, but when straws are all you have left-

I know, my dear friend.

He probably knows, too.

[Yuca leans over, covering his face with his hands.]

...you know how it feels- the empathy event- tell me, honestly, that you wouldn't follow every last lead you could find.

If it were that simple, I'd tell you to chase even the slightest chance with everything you had.

[He laughs, hollow.]

And here I remember you saying that I deserved what I got.

And then, Rain arrived.

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