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[The audio clicks on into silence for a moment- Yuca has already seen and dealt with the images presented to him (mostly) and has his mask securely in place. His empathy is doubly hard to pull off, as it conceals both his anger at his own images, and his amusement at everyone else's despair over a few insignificant deaths.

Nevertheless, he sounds melancholy, sad almost for his fellow prisoners.]

So many visions of death... I wonder how many people here are still alive in their own right? Or aren't guilty for someone else's death. ...You're not a very nice bunch, are you?

Has anybody questioned the possibility of... whatever this is being a fake? Surely, the Animus has the ability to create something that may seem like the truth, but is really just an elaborate hoax?

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[His voice shifts very suddenly- angry, frustrated, distressed.]

What kind of fool sacrifices everything for a senseless cause? Is this a trait most of your insignificant people share? Is this what they taught you?

[Softer, more fragile, barely audible after his harsh speech.] Rain, you idiot. How could you?

This isn't real. It can't happen. Not even you would...

[[ooc: Yuca gets the smallsmall scene in which reborn!Yuca is held hostage and Rain rips out his cross to save him. Ouch.]

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[His shirt is still open from when he checked earlier. He simply moves the garment aside and unveils the shining, metal cross embedded and wired to his chest.]

[Yuca recognizes his handiwork instantly, reaching out a single finger to brush against the date carved into the cross. Pulling back, he digs through his clothing and pulls out a few papers- they look battered, a little damp from the rain, but still good.

They detail exactly what happened- silently, he shows them to Rain, his eyes lowered to the ground. Dora Folk- a man Rain might recognize, but Yuca does not- with a knife to a child Yuca's throat, threatening his life. Yuca, protesting, saying that he welcomes death, and Rain ripping out his cross all the same. That's the last image- it's plain to see why Yuca is so distressed.]

...Ah.

[He studies the images intently for a moment or two.]

I don't remember anything like this--except Doctor Folk. He's the one who...

[He sighs.]

He wants the secret of my immortality, like everyone else.

[It's pointless to be upset about this if it hasn't happened yet for either of them. Maybe it was a false. Maybe. Hopefully.]

Rain...

You know what choice to make- if it ever comes down to my life against yours. Don't you?

Yes. I do.

[Though it's not the choice that Yuca's thinking.]

[He sits back with a sigh, obviously misinterpreting Rain's answer.]

Despite its longevity, you still only have one life. Don't throw it away for one so worthless as mine.

[He smiles to himself.]

I know that. If ever something like this did happen, though, I can't be sure what I'd do.

[Uh oh, not a good thing.]

...live, Rain. I'd be back soon enough anyway.

I'm not so sure I could just watch you die...again.

That's part of living forever, Rain. You're going to see me die many, many times.

[He turned away from the man and pulled his shirt closed.]

You've got what you came for, Yuca. You have confirmation. Now what else do you want?

I-

[He crawls back a little, shaking his head.]

Nothing.

Well--

[His eyes shift back onto Yuca with a hint of compassion in them.]

It's raining, you know. If you need shelter...

[He looks away again.]

This building is big enough...

[Yuca considers this, studying the ground for a moment before nodding quietly.]

Rain, I haven't- I haven't slept since I got here.

[At this angle, it's plain to see the dark tones under his eyes. Yuca hates this, hates looking vulnerable, hates needing Rain like this, but he doesn't have a choice if he wants to sleep safely. And swallowing his pride was most certainly better than his dreams if he sleeps alone.]

[The immortal looks up to the ceiling for a moment.]

Well, I suppose you're tired, hm?

[A brief pause.]

...I suppose if you want to sleep here for the night, I wouldn't mind.

Just once.

[It's probably going to happen again.

Yuca undoes the buttons at his shoulder and slips his robe off, leaving him in the white collared shirt and black pants- the outfit he killed himself in, how lovely. He doesn't need a bed- spreading the garment out along the floor next to Rain works fine for him, and he hooks an arm up for a makeshift pillow and curls slightly.]

Promise me you'll be there when I open my eyes.

[He sighs.]

Of course, Yuca.

[Yuca gives a soft sigh. One of his hands, unbidden, rests over the hem of Rain's coat on the floor. He's dead tired, so it doesn't take long before he drops into a blissful, dreamless sleep.]

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