[their last meeting—what should have been their last meeting—remains fresh in suguru's mind. he remembers the final words spoken to him; he remembers the way they made him laugh, a sound so short and so weak that one might consider it little more than a labored breath, were they listening for it—but it was a laugh. a thing drawn straight from the heart, because that was always satoru's specialty: catching suguru by surprise without even intending to.
maybe, then, suguru should have expected this? satoru requesting a parley, of sorts, as his prize—and of course there are layers to this. pitfalls to avoid, for nothing in life is simple; less so in this new life that suguru has been granted, but as he watches satoru offer the "seat" nearest to him...
...it's excessive, is what it is. so perfectly excessive that it is, by extension, perfectly satoru—and as suguru is confronted by the sort of fact that should be uncomfortable, given all that they are, an amused huff escapes him all the same. a talk.]
A talk? [here? he casts a quick glance about this hall, noting just how many things are contained within. plenty of reason, he thinks, for people come barging in, searching for whatever it is they've lost; maybe that's the point.] If that's what you want.
[well. he'll play along for now, taking a step closer though he has no intention of sitting beside the person who's proven capable of killing him. there is nowhere left to run, at this point, and there is so much to address? if, that is, this talk is even the slightest bit productive; if satoru intends to talk at all.
(which he does, suguru thinks, for someone as powerful as satoru has no reason to rely upon trickery—and beyond even that, satoru remains satoru. the remnants of some strange trust remain between them, which proves to be just enough for suguru to take yet another slow, careful step forward.)]
I did have a prize in mind, you know.
[this, too, is a risk, given that satoru could interpret it as threat—but suguru's voice remains quiet, a hint of his earlier amusement remaining.]
no subject
maybe, then, suguru should have expected this? satoru requesting a parley, of sorts, as his prize—and of course there are layers to this. pitfalls to avoid, for nothing in life is simple; less so in this new life that suguru has been granted, but as he watches satoru offer the "seat" nearest to him...
...it's excessive, is what it is. so perfectly excessive that it is, by extension, perfectly satoru—and as suguru is confronted by the sort of fact that should be uncomfortable, given all that they are, an amused huff escapes him all the same. a talk.]
A talk? [here? he casts a quick glance about this hall, noting just how many things are contained within. plenty of reason, he thinks, for people come barging in, searching for whatever it is they've lost; maybe that's the point.] If that's what you want.
[well. he'll play along for now, taking a step closer though he has no intention of sitting beside the person who's proven capable of killing him. there is nowhere left to run, at this point, and there is so much to address? if, that is, this talk is even the slightest bit productive; if satoru intends to talk at all.
(which he does, suguru thinks, for someone as powerful as satoru has no reason to rely upon trickery—and beyond even that, satoru remains satoru. the remnants of some strange trust remain between them, which proves to be just enough for suguru to take yet another slow, careful step forward.)]
I did have a prize in mind, you know.
[this, too, is a risk, given that satoru could interpret it as threat—but suguru's voice remains quiet, a hint of his earlier amusement remaining.]