@grabbedbag said: ❝ I will never die. ❞ (thin man <3)
CLOYING CYNICSIM; bold statement is met with an equally bold disbelief, The Lady carefully draping sleeves over her masked mouth as she dwelled upon its implications. It was a ridiculous claim, of course, one she would never put much weight to when it came to the immediate present (but, ah, the future, the future / the past / the future, that was a different beast entirely, one she would not bother to discuss ------ for that meant she would lose in refuting him, and no proper woman set herself up for failure).
All things could die. Perhaps the Tower would resurrect them, but resurrection first required a corpse, a destruction of the self in both flesh and soul, lamb upon the butcher's block to be pieced back together, tendon by tendon; his meat was no longer as tangible as she enjoyed, but, despite his cryptic words, there remained a soul somewhere within the static. A ghost in the radio.
And they both knew the fate that awaited them.
Was this a new game he was employing? Why not simply ask her for amusement instead? Mono... Was a pain, even now, just like she remembered.
❝ Oh... Well, then... Come here and allow me to test your theory. ❞