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[hellraiser02]

Hey, you've reached your good pal Shinigami! I'm a little busy right now and can't answer my comm, so leave your name- or alias- and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!

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[d33tached]

[D33 rolls his eyes, but if Duo can read past the flat expression, he does look a little nervous. They'd been training efficiently before, he thinks, and not just in combat, but he had absolutely no desire for those sessions to stop.

[To think he'd be being taught by a child is beyond aggravating, but it is still Shinigami, and D33's sure he still knows what he's doing.]

Yes, of course. Are you offering to assist me in that respect?

[hellraiser02]

Yeah. [Duo rolls his eyes back!! He can do this all day Deedee!!] I'm offerin'. From asking you just now... I can tell there's a lot you don't get, yet. Maybe the lessons didn't sink in, I dunno!

[He rubs his chin] ...Maybe you haven't had to think on your feet. I guess that's not a bad thing, either.

[He leans off the pizza box finally, flicking it open for another slice.] So, anyway! Glad we decided that. Got anything you think I should know about this world that I might not have recorded obviously already?

[d33tached]

You seemed to think I was making decent progress beforehand. [He says with a bitterness that's incredibly hard to disguise.

[But then he glances around as if they're not still cloaked and leans in, speaking in a low voice.]

Atropos. You know well enough about that, don't you? [He knows he did.] A couple of ImPorts have apparently rediscovered her.

[hellraiser02]

I don't know, [He admits reluctantly, a little discomfort showing through] what kinds of things I was thinking beforehand. I ain't the same guy, it seems.

[It comes out a little bitter, and he frowns. No good.] But that don't mean I can't still help.

[Duo nods.... he'd read up all his notes about this subject, the most important thing- the entire deal with this world, with what happened to the City. He stares into the pizza box somewhat blankly for a long few moments, and slowly chews his words with his pizza.]

Did you know, [He begins, still staring down at the box] That Death Herself was brought into The City by Lachesis?

[d33tached]

[He certainly doesn't seem like the same man. D33 had never seen Shinigami look so perturbed.

[That doesn't mean that he's ready to let go of him, though.]

Death Herself? [D33 shakes his head.] No, you hadn't told me. Like some sort of grim reaper? [Like a Shinigami, he wonders.]

[hellraiser02]

[Duo's mouth quirks up at the question, still not meeting Dee's eyes as they flick up towards some point between them. Some kind, huh.]

No. [Not like me, he thinks.] Not some sort.

Death. The one and only. And yet even She was subject to the whims of the Porter. To Lachesis...

[He draws a pattern over the pizza box with one finger.] Atropos. You know what she represents, right? The End... The End of everything... just like what happened with the City.

Don't you suppose, if Lachesis is even at her mercy, that Death too is only an aspect of Atropos, in the way gods of death are merely the fingers of Death?

[And if that was the case, then the only God that mattered was...]

[d33tached]

[Not D33's God, that's for sure. It's almost too much to comprehend that such beings could exist at all, but here they are.]

I suppose that would make sense. [He sounds deeply uncomfortable to be saying so.] Little we can do about that, then, is there?

[hellraiser02]

[Yeah well fuck Royce!!]

[Duo doesn't miss the discomfort; he's just far too used to the reaction to care. And besides, even if other people denied it, it didn't stop being true.]

[They'd all answer to Her too, in the end.]

That's how it seems, isn't it.

[And by that, Duo is deeply troubled.]

[His expression remains in that distant, serious aloofness for another moment before he finally shrugs away from the counter, taking a few steps towards the door. He stops, and turns back to Dee.]

Enjoy the rest'a that. I got work to do, Deedee.

You have anything else important to tell me?

[d33tached]

[D33 stands up a little straighter watching him go, and at the beckoning for another question, he goes quiet, serious himself. There's a lot that he could say, probably. That he missed him or that it's good to see him again or that he'll still be there to help him with anything he needs, but...

[D33 doesn't say any of that to him. He still doesn't get it.]

No. Carry on.