[ The word is careful, bitten-off and sharp, and falls like a glass thing between them as the ground shifts again, melting into a familiar ring like a boxing ring without the ropes, surrounded on all sides by water. They're on opposite sides, a metaphor pulled easily from Mako's subconscious. He is himself again, wearing a red helmet and a scowl. ]
That why you're really here? To warn me? Or are you just here to feel strong about killing someone who couldn't defend himself?
Please. I'm hardly unfair, believe it or not. Whether someone is a great and noble warrior or a pathetic, shaky false king, I'll be more than happy to kill people equally.
But I figured I would let you know that I'd be more than happy to maim your little boyfriend again, and all those sleuthing friends of yours, if you want to play stupid games and get stupid prizes.
[He's very polite, giving a head's up like this. Be thankful! He's gentlemanly!]
[ Gentlemanly indeed. Mako's mouth twists, crowded with other things he wants to say, but there's nothing else that will help him here: no question that will make Wu's death make sense. The crowd around them is chanting, a garbled mess of noise that fractures into nonsense by the time it reaches them.
Up in that darkness, sparks flare, and the arena top opens up above them, pelting them with rain. Mako takes a step forward. ]
Who are you trying to hurt? With all this?
[ It's a desperate question, and one he doesn't expect an answer to, and Mako's going to wake up soon. He doesn't know that, but he's a light sleeper, always has been: any noise will send him straight into alertness, and in his bed Fritter is crying, snuffling around. In the dream thunder fills the air. ]
[Lucifer holds up a hand, and an invisible umbrella seems to form over him.
He doesn't particularly mind rain, but you know. Would hate to get his clothes wet.]
If I told you, it'd spoil the fun, wouldn't it?
... At the end of the day, they'll be defeated and alone, and that's where I need them. [He sighs, looking sadly to the ground. A hand moves over his heart; Sam's heart. Lucifer's heart, now, whether Sam likes it or not.] It hurts me to do it, believe it or not... but sometimes we have to do the difficult things no one else will, to help someone see reason.
[ Mako doesn't think any of this is particularly fun or any kind of reasonable way to teach someone a lesson, but obviously nothing about Sam is reasonable. ]
If it hurts you to do something— [ More thunder claps, and the rain picks up, pelting sideways. Mako dreams of rain sometimes, unending and cold, winding its way under his thin skin and dousing his flames. ] —maybe it's because you shouldn't be doing it!
[ He says, as Fritter shoves her nose into his ear and lets out a hard sniffle. More thunder claps overhead, and the arena starts to fracture under them, rumbling ominously. Mako steadies himself, glaring through the pelting rain, and shouts over the thunder: ]
[Glancing around at the thunder and pelting rain, Lucifer just smiles like the bastard he is.]
Even when I leave, Mako, I'll still be in your head. And his.
In one way or another.
[He turns back, suddenly, to Wu's form — but Lucifer is gone from the dream now. Much like a magician's sheet crumples to the earth without the performer beneath, the corpse falls, gracelessly, across the fracturing earth; soon it will be eaten up by the widening cracks that grow beneath it.]
[ Mako watches, half-frozen for a moment as Wu's form crumbles like it did out there in the forest, the life gone from thin limbs.
Not again.
Lightning fractures the sky, and Mako bolts for the crack with a hand outstretched, knowing with the certainty of the dreamer that it's too late but also that he has to catch Wu anyway.
He wakes up with hard yell of Wu's name on his lips, alone. ]
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4REAL, he is so rude to poor sammy
[ The word is careful, bitten-off and sharp, and falls like a glass thing between them as the ground shifts again, melting into a familiar ring like a boxing ring without the ropes, surrounded on all sides by water. They're on opposite sides, a metaphor pulled easily from Mako's subconscious. He is himself again, wearing a red helmet and a scowl. ]
That why you're really here? To warn me? Or are you just here to feel strong about killing someone who couldn't defend himself?
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Please. I'm hardly unfair, believe it or not. Whether someone is a great and noble warrior or a pathetic, shaky false king, I'll be more than happy to kill people equally.
But I figured I would let you know that I'd be more than happy to maim your little boyfriend again, and all those sleuthing friends of yours, if you want to play stupid games and get stupid prizes.
[He's very polite, giving a head's up like this. Be thankful! He's gentlemanly!]
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[ Gentlemanly indeed. Mako's mouth twists, crowded with other things he wants to say, but there's nothing else that will help him here: no question that will make Wu's death make sense. The crowd around them is chanting, a garbled mess of noise that fractures into nonsense by the time it reaches them.
Up in that darkness, sparks flare, and the arena top opens up above them, pelting them with rain. Mako takes a step forward. ]
Who are you trying to hurt? With all this?
[ It's a desperate question, and one he doesn't expect an answer to, and Mako's going to wake up soon. He doesn't know that, but he's a light sleeper, always has been: any noise will send him straight into alertness, and in his bed Fritter is crying, snuffling around. In the dream thunder fills the air. ]
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He doesn't particularly mind rain, but you know. Would hate to get his clothes wet.]
If I told you, it'd spoil the fun, wouldn't it?
... At the end of the day, they'll be defeated and alone, and that's where I need them. [He sighs, looking sadly to the ground. A hand moves over his heart; Sam's heart. Lucifer's heart, now, whether Sam likes it or not.] It hurts me to do it, believe it or not... but sometimes we have to do the difficult things no one else will, to help someone see reason.
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[ Mako doesn't think any of this is particularly fun or any kind of reasonable way to teach someone a lesson, but obviously nothing about Sam is reasonable. ]
If it hurts you to do something— [ More thunder claps, and the rain picks up, pelting sideways. Mako dreams of rain sometimes, unending and cold, winding its way under his thin skin and dousing his flames. ] —maybe it's because you shouldn't be doing it!
[ He says, as Fritter shoves her nose into his ear and lets out a hard sniffle. More thunder claps overhead, and the arena starts to fracture under them, rumbling ominously. Mako steadies himself, glaring through the pelting rain, and shouts over the thunder: ]
Stay out of my head!
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[Glancing around at the thunder and pelting rain, Lucifer just smiles like the bastard he is.]
Even when I leave, Mako, I'll still be in your head. And his.
In one way or another.
[He turns back, suddenly, to Wu's form — but Lucifer is gone from the dream now. Much like a magician's sheet crumples to the earth without the performer beneath, the corpse falls, gracelessly, across the fracturing earth; soon it will be eaten up by the widening cracks that grow beneath it.]
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Not again.
Lightning fractures the sky, and Mako bolts for the crack with a hand outstretched, knowing with the certainty of the dreamer that it's too late but also that he has to catch Wu anyway.
He wakes up with hard yell of Wu's name on his lips, alone. ]