What-- of course I am, miss Beau, I wouldn't have any reason to-!
[he shakes his head quickly, and she'll pick up on a definite feeling of concern; if she decides he's not being honest, he's pretty sure he's going to die.]
If it were any other situation, why would I ever have admitted to it?
I don't know, to get me on your side. You know I'm part of the strip searches a lot. You know I like you. It'd be really easy to get under my skin.
[ but. she's watching! and she's listening. ]
It's not important in the long run, honestly, you're not turning into a monster and Stefano was a dickhead. I just - I just wanted to see if you were lying to my face.
If I were, then wouldn't it come out sooner or later...?
[a slight shake of his head, as the worried feeling subsides a bit.]
It's as I said before. He tried to kill me-- he stabbed me first, but that skull kept the blow from injuring me, and I took advantage of the chance to surprise him. If I hadn't, he'd certainly have tried again, and I doubt I could have overpowered him. Especially with that gun... I'm probably lucky we aren't both dead.
No, the knife was how he tried to kill me first, but- it didn't leave a wound because of my protection. He shot me after I cut his throat.
[bleeding out doesn't happen immediately! fun.]
The knife is... it's still there, I just- stabbed it into something nearby, I thought if it looked like there was a struggle... I wouldn't be suspected.
[he was extremely tired and recently shot, okay. there's a slight wince as he adds:]
I may have... shot something else in the room to the same effect?
I - okay. [ deep breath. ] Okay, okay, okay. What we're going to do is we're not going to hide this. You're gonna be like Asch, straight up, and you're going to say Stefano tried to kill you. Because if you try to hide it like this, it's gonna look suspicious.
[yeah she immediately gets a feeling of panic, there, and he shakes his head quickly.]
Please, I don't-- if I admit to it, then what if someone else decides to kill me? I'm not protected anymore, I can't... I really don't want anyone else to know.
There's no guarantee it'll come out, either, it may not even be a problem... if they don't realize I'm hurt, do you really think they'll suspect me of anything?
[he snaps his fan open, fanning himself again. he's forgotten about fixing her hair for now.]
Okay. Okay, alright. [ she sighs out heavily and just - falls forward into her own lap, crunched up like a grumpy pretzel. ] This is a bad idea but - I'm gonna try to protect you.
If you can just- help me say I'm not injured, and keep it between us, that's more than enough protection.
[he hopes. he really, really hopes. if he's forced into a corner, maybe he'll reconsider-- but as far as he can see it, the safest option is to just admit to nothing ever.]
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[ she looks over her shoulder at him, expression calm. ] You're telling the truth.
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[he shakes his head quickly, and she'll pick up on a definite feeling of concern; if she decides he's not being honest, he's pretty sure he's going to die.]
If it were any other situation, why would I ever have admitted to it?
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[ but. she's watching! and she's listening. ]
It's not important in the long run, honestly, you're not turning into a monster and Stefano was a dickhead. I just - I just wanted to see if you were lying to my face.
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[a slight shake of his head, as the worried feeling subsides a bit.]
It's as I said before. He tried to kill me-- he stabbed me first, but that skull kept the blow from injuring me, and I took advantage of the chance to surprise him. If I hadn't, he'd certainly have tried again, and I doubt I could have overpowered him. Especially with that gun... I'm probably lucky we aren't both dead.
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[ or did flurry misread that because that's also a possibility ]
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[bleeding out doesn't happen immediately! fun.]
The knife is... it's still there, I just- stabbed it into something nearby, I thought if it looked like there was a struggle... I wouldn't be suspected.
[he was extremely tired and recently shot, okay. there's a slight wince as he adds:]
I may have... shot something else in the room to the same effect?
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she just STARES at him. ]
I - okay. [ deep breath. ] Okay, okay, okay. What we're going to do is we're not going to hide this. You're gonna be like Asch, straight up, and you're going to say Stefano tried to kill you. Because if you try to hide it like this, it's gonna look suspicious.
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[yeah she immediately gets a feeling of panic, there, and he shakes his head quickly.]
Please, I don't-- if I admit to it, then what if someone else decides to kill me? I'm not protected anymore, I can't... I really don't want anyone else to know.
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[ guhhhhh she sighs out heavy. ] We're not gonna let what happened to Asch happen to you.
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[he snaps his fan open, fanning himself again. he's forgotten about fixing her hair for now.]
No one else knows. As long as it's just us--
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Once they figure out a sharp weapon slit his throat they might. [ also - there's a bit of guilt in her, and then: ] I think this is a mistake.
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[unless, you know, she's spilled about the secret fan weapon. he notices the guilt, though, and it sparks a little fear in return.]
Miss Beau-- please. It's not just what happens tomorrow, if they know then I'm afraid someone else will...
[he barely lived this time; he doesn't expect to live twice.]
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Okay. Okay, alright. [ she sighs out heavily and just - falls forward into her own lap, crunched up like a grumpy pretzel. ] This is a bad idea but - I'm gonna try to protect you.
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[he hopes. he really, really hopes. if he's forced into a corner, maybe he'll reconsider-- but as far as he can see it, the safest option is to just admit to nothing ever.]
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[he sets the fan down, just sort of trying to lean around and peer at her from where he's sitting.]
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[sometimes life is way more than you were expecting, okay. IT COMES AT YOU FAST.]
For what it may be worth, I am sorry I had to ask this of you.
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We'll figure it out, babe. Promise.