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[protegge]

[Hm.]

[Actually, that just kind of pisses him off, so he’s quiet for a second or two as it passes. That’s not why he called, anyway.]

What happened?

[rockymountaindie]

He, uh. He shot me. Few days after we... After Wonderland.

[ It's maybe worth saying... Mista hasn't heard him like this before. Nervous, panicked, sure. But this...ashamed. Like he's failed in a very, very special way. ]

I didn't...really see it coming?

[protegge]

[It's a weird tone. Mista doesn't really know what to make of it right this second. Unfortunately, right this second, the nuances of it aren't his priority. They will be later, but not now.]

So he ambushed you? Sniped you? What?

[Information is what he needs, first and foremost. Then he can make a plan.]

[rockymountaindie]

Ye- yeah. Sniped, I guess, no one saw him before.

[ A little stilted. ]

[protegge]

Hm.

[Mm. Okay. Right, so.]

You know why?

[rockymountaindie]

[ For a moment, Alex doesn't reply. He clears his throat and- ]

Because I hit 'im. And I mouthed off. And...he wanted me to learn something.

[ He's pretty casual about it all, on text. At least, he was, in the few places he'd thrown in his thoughts. Dismissive, sarcastic. Not so, now. All that's in his voice now is bitterness. Regret. ]

[protegge]

. . . Right.

[There's no reprimand in Mista's voice. Not a ton of emotion at all, as a matter of fact. Just the grim sense of not-really-satisfaction at being proven right when he really didn't want to be.]

Okay. I'm telling you this because I don't wanna keep shit from you. [. . . It's not not pointed.] And you're my friend.

If he pulls something like this again, I'm gonna kill him.

[Fact.]

As many times as it takes.

[Fact.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ This requires a response immediately, and yet Alex can barely find the words. ]

Sh- M-Mista, what?! No, you- you can't, can't do that, don't you remember what I- it's four times 'nd then she's gotta collect, and- and more than that you- we still lose somethin', after all that, it's not a...a video game respawn!

[protegge]

I know that.

[That is, in fact, the point.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ A bit firmer. ]

So- you can't do that, man, you can't.

[protegge]

I'm not asking your permission. I'm telling you what's gonna happen.

[rockymountaindie]

You can't do that to me, alright?!

[protegge]

Why's that?

[rockymountaindie]

'Cause I'm not gonna let anyone else die 'cause of me! Not even a fucking asshole like him.

[protegge]

It's not just about you. Part of it's about you, but not all of it.

I'm not gonna let him hurt my people to make a point.

[rockymountaindie]

[ My people, something about that gives him just a moment's pause. ]

Why'd you be doing this? 'Cause he killed me, so no matter how much of it's somethin' else- it's still about me, and I'm not- what d'you think the Director'd do to you if you did something like that? Jesus Christ, Mist, think for a minute!

[protegge]

Because he's a threat to all of us, if this wasn't a one-time thing. Hell, he is now, but I'll wait. See if he learns something.

The Director can do what she wants. Doesn't seem like she did much to him, though, after he shot you from the bushes. Who's he gonna off next time for bein' rude? Natsuki? Lion? Maya?

[rockymountaindie]

[ Each name is a twist of the knife, further and further. ]

Then- then-- then- fuck, he won't, okay? I'll make sure of it. He ain't gonna kill anyone else, I'll see to it myself.

[protegge]

That's not your responsibility. And you can't see to it. That's his choice, not yours.

[rockymountaindie]

Yes, it is!

[ Almost strange how forceful that is. ]

...I started this whole thing. It's... It is my responsibility. Whatever comes outta this... That's on me.

[protegge]

Why? You didn't start shit. Explain to me how the fuck you started this.

[rockymountaindie]

'Cause I was the one to tip the scales. I took out my anger on 'im... I ignored all the really good signs why I should leave the guy the fuck alone. And then Will, 'nd Wash found out, and the fucker almost dies delirious in a jail cell.

'Cause I got myself killed.

[protegge]

[You dumb fucker, he doesn't say. Pauses, ties his words up in organized lines instead of swearing.]

Alex. You ever killed anybody? Killed somebody with your own hands, not this "I'm responsible by accident" shit.

[rockymountaindie]

[ His teeth grind together for a few moments. ]

Mista, that's not fair.

[protegge]

How the fuck is that not fair? How the fuck is that not fair, Alex? Get off the cross for five seconds and fucking listen to me right now.

Somebody whose only excuse for killing another person is to teach them a lesson just needed a goddamn excuse. You hit him? Hot shit. You know how many people every day in every world get hit for stupid reasons and don't commit murder?

Take this on your soul and I'll never fucking forgive you, Alex, I swear to you. You carry enough, you—

[—and he's yelling, he realizes. Fury bubbling under his skin. His voice goes flat.]

Killing someone, [he says, quietly,] doesn't just happen. It's a thing that's done. An action that's taken. Feel guilty about Ogata killing you and he's basically killed you twice.

Your choice, though.