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[betenoir]

[excuse his absence. He's just going to make another paintress shrine (you know he did it) and cry himself to sleep.

oh wait.]

Really? I beg to differ. It is easier to claim you would never stain your own hands, than to actually do so when the moment arrives.

[peint]

[ therapy might be good Renoir. they say art is very therapeutic for example. ]

Maybe. But let me ask you: we're talking now. Is it easier than what you decided to do? What you thought was best in that moment.

[betenoir]

No, it became easier.

[But given what he learned about himself, ahout his reason for being, did he ever have a choice?]

[peint]

Well, the right thing to do is rarely the easy thing. Something to consider, for whatever's it worth.

[ not much, but also... not nothing, maybe. ]

[betenoir]

You think yourself to be exploring that new direction by raising the issue. But I considered this path a lifetime ago.

Perhaps you simply came too late.

[Thank you. Next.]

[peint]

Until the countdown reaches zero, it's not too late.

[betenoir]

For either of us.

[It might be the first time they reached agreement. But is he stubborn and single-minded enough to pursue his own path to the end? Probably.]

[peint]

Then you may get the opportunity to stab me again yet. Isn't that fun?

[ just... charitably accepting that this is probably an inevitability, while also not adding that he will stab back. just. not in the back. not that his attempts did fuckall, but that doesn't mean he won't try, try again. ]

[betenoir]

You would think I find this fun?

[This man, as a father and a brother, would understand the opposite is true. So why jest? Perhaps the humour makes it easier to cope. In which case, he cannot fault him.

So he sends a second message.]

We both do what is necessary. Perhaps parting on that understanding is the best way to end it.

[All of it.]