week 5; i don't even know what to title this

[elemancy]

[really, all that needs to be said is that when noct finally returns to the room—quite a bit later than usual—he's also slamming the door behind him with enough frustrated gusto.

hi, roomie?

no, this is probably bad for everyone because it's clear that he is completely out of sorts. which is probably like, some sort of stupid, weird turn-on for ash, but noctis doesn't really have many fucks to give at the moment.

he needs to find a way to end this stupid, fucked up game and if he has to try and drag out whatever ash knows to get there? he's gonna do it. that's how he feels right now.]

Comments

[uraniumnumnum]

You rank idiot. If they're not sentient, they don't have the mental capacity to be entertained, let alone organize an event or construct an artificial intelligence like the Sheriff. Who told you that?

[elemancy]

The hell if I know how it works. "I know that Hal's employers have names I can't pronounce because they're not human and not even all that sentient."

[okay, maybe not exactly NON-SENTIENT. but apparently not totally cognizant, either?]

Came directly from the Madame. There was more to it, something about blood not spilling in the way they desire. [it's a little fuzzy, the word choice wasn't exactly the best for him.]

[uraniumnumnum]

Do you believe everything people tell you? I should have made more use of you if you're so content to eat up half-truths.

[ he's not buying it. He'll believe that they might not be human, but he won't believe they don't know exactly what they're doing. ]

Who's the Madame? Tell me.

[elemancy]

Not everything, just from people I trust. It's more of an answer than anyone else has, anyway.

[he knows it could be wrong. he knows he could have been lied to, or that there were misunderstandings.

in any case?]

Why, planning on talking to them in the grave? It's... too late for that now.

[uraniumnumnum]

[ an annoyed grunt. ]

I don't care. I said tell me. If they're dead, that's one less role that I need to worry about. Not that it matters - their information-gathering did nothing helpful for any of us.

[elemancy]

Then why does it matter either way? It's not going to change anything.

[he regrets everything, probably. he doesn't really want to get into these details right now.]

[uraniumnumnum]

If that's really what you think, then telling me is harmless, isn't it?

[ a pause. then, a nasty smile. ]

Or are you scared of what I might do?

[elemancy]

"Scared" isn't the word I'd use.

[his eyes remain narrowed on ash.]

Trust goes both ways, you know. [he gives ash the benefit of the doubt a lot, but it doesn't change that they both have a reluctance to actually trust properly in one another.] I still have my own skin to take care of.