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Who: Gil, Enkidu, Slick ... curious parties ... ?
When: Day 38, afternoon (a touch backdated)
Where: shrine room and probably onwardly wandering who knows.
What:

[So sometimes murder happens and then you feel honour-bound to revive somebody. Here's a clue. Never feel that.

There sure are a pair of Babylonians and one Slick in the Shrine Room making faces at each other. Most of said faces are confused.

SOME DINOSAUR RIDING MAY HAVE OCCURRED]

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I would offer to loan you a knife but I don't actually keep one.

You could just stop being a problem.

I believe his majesty noted my contrary nature rather early on.

[furious look]

Your poor decisions have placed us here, don't try my patience.

[i'm still riding the apathy wave pretty hard babe i got to tell you]

You were hardly uninvolved.

[ughhhh I just want to leave '-' and go wander outside in a very healthy fashion. WHY ARE YOU NOT APATHETIC ENOUGH TO ALLOW ME TO DO THIS]

Oh? I don't recall ripping out anyone's spine recently.

[cuz somehow this would ONLY GET WORSE you clearly don't manage your own feels well]

And yet you tried to a solve a problem you weren't involved in.

And I seem to have succeeded. You breathe, don't you.

I also 'succeeded' in killing that boy. Carrying out something that shouldn't have been done in the first place isn't much of a success.

You're no good to me dead.

[sigh, light fingertips at your cheek]

Others would have revived me. Frankly the boy who killed me probably would have done it himself with little pushing.

You overpaid.

[grasps his hand, pulling it away from his face, and dropping it.]

I won't watch that kind of pathetic indignity. And I don't consider this overpayment. There are very few things within my own nature that I do not know how to handle.

[a hint of a smirk, for the first time this conversation] Besides, no matter what the price is, I paid for your life and now, in a sense, it is mine. It is worth nothing to you, but I paid for it, so you will have to treat it reasonably.

[I am not beyond using your death to win previous arguments about your self-worth by any stretch of the imagination ...]

[balls, apathy wave is degrading into other feelings i am still not prepared to deal with]

. . .

[maybe I will take this opportunity to get up while you are distracted by your feelings '-'!!1]

. . .

[yanks back down

kind of hard]

[s. sprawls.]

Will you desist.

[smoothly rotates on one knee and straddles]

[whhhyyyyyyyy]

. . . I'm not in the mood . . .

{ironic]

Nor am I, even his majesty isn't that attractive.

But you requested I stop pulling you down so I suppose that leaves me with preventing you from getting up.

I'm not sure how forcing me to stay here profits you.

There are simply times when you don't leave a person alone, your majesty.

Don't apply your rules to me. I only very rarely behave like a standard person.

Running off to go fall apart in privacy is fairly standard.

Either way, the choice to do so is mine, not yours.

The choice to try is yours, the choice to sit here until you break or kill me is mine.