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[devoutish]

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[bywolves]

Time being strange in that world bothered me more than I thought, I suppose. [ And other things, but he doesn't remember talking about them. ]

[devoutish]

Mm; you didn't mention that at all, actually.

[bywolves]

Did I not? [ He frowns. ] I don't remember. Like I said.

[devoutish]

You talked about Kid, you talked about my death.

[bywolves]

[ There's a hint of tense anticipation that hits Royce and tightens up his muscles. ]

Kid used something to tell that I'm mir. And then explained to me that it is commonly understood that he has a power that allows him to see people's souls and has no control over it, except for the fact that he does, because he used it on me.

[ Just gonna gloss over the death part. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah, I know. You told me. You don't want me to take care of him?

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce says, quietly. ] Threatening him will do nothing. It's a far better alternative to ignore him completely. That would hurt him more.

[devoutish]

I dunno, he's easily upset. Easily intimidated.

[bywolves]

I don't need to hear it from Renart about how we're bullying him, Alfie.

[devoutish]

What, they're friends?

[bywolves]

No, but she defended him because he gave some excuse about not having a mother, and I don't want to hear about it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie grunts.]

Seems a pattern with her.

[bywolves]

Mmf. Wasn't entirely pleased with her either when it came to talking about children.

... Thank you for speaking up when you did.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He nuzzles his nose into Royce's shoulder.]

Yeah, anytime.

[bywolves]

[ He goes quiet, head pounding. Maybe he pets a bit at wherever he's got a hold on Alfie, out of a desire to comfort both of them. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's quiet too, musing for a few minutes before finally speaking again. Softly, he asks:]

How often do you think about my dying of old age?

[bywolves]

[ Oh, hello question he doesn't want to answer. ]

Often enough. [ Sniff. ] Did I talk about it a lot last night?

[devoutish]

No, you just brought it up. In passing.

[bywolves]

[ A long pause. ]

What did I say? [ He's frowning, not that Alfie can see it. ]

[devoutish]

[Quietly:]

That you wanted to make wine with our names on it.

[bywolves]

[ That's pretty tame, he thinks. Hesitantly: ]

Well - yes. I'd like to do that. We've talked about that before, making wine together.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He pushes himself a little closer.]

You said you wanted it to remember me by.

[bywolves]

[ Oh.

Silence. Then: ]

I... yeah. [ A long pause. ] I'd like to - build up physical reminders. Presents you get me. Things we do together. I'd like to take more videos. Pictures. With the tablets.

[devoutish]

All right.

[Then after a moment, he adds:]

You're not selfish.

[bywolves]

[ Wince. ]

I am, a little.