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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]

[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.