[He moves to pocket the gun, before reaching out with his only hand to take the cigarette. He prefers his pipe, but...he won't say no to this, either. He takes a draft of it, exhaling slowly.]
Thanks. [And a pause.] ...Well, from the time I've known you, you are a good listener. I suppose...I guess I could describe it as "we woke up in a place, and our memories were overwritten". There, I was a completely different man.
...I was a sharpshooter. I was hired by numerous people to kill others, using my skills. And among my skills...I had abilities that I kept secret, lest I would be conscripted. Abilities to move glass, wood, stone, plants...and metal. That's what I would use to direct my bullets.
I also had an aging father at home I was working to send money to. And debts, of course. I couldn't help but gamble some of my savings away. But...that was the mess of it. And I was hired for a large job, a lucrative job, to break into a prison to obtain an item there.
Haha. No. Thank goodness. Miss Nanaly had a power to explode other's hearts. Before she died, she used it on me.
[sweet miss susato was BLAMELESS]
Hm. [And his look seems distant.] I died as...that man. But my memories were muddled. And as if to add insult to injury...my body was used like a puppet. It was like I was watching myself from outside my body. I...he...attempted to attack Miss Susato.
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[He looks like he's going to say "yes".]
[But then he shakes his head.]
No. I'm not alright.
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Yeah. I can tell, mate. [Spike walks forward and sits on a rock nearby with a sigh, lighting up one cigarette and offering another to Sholmes.]
You wanna talk about it? I'm a surprisingly good listener, and I've been told that by people who hate my guts, so.
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[He moves to pocket the gun, before reaching out with his only hand to take the cigarette. He prefers his pipe, but...he won't say no to this, either. He takes a draft of it, exhaling slowly.]
Thanks. [And a pause.] ...Well, from the time I've known you, you are a good listener. I suppose...I guess I could describe it as "we woke up in a place, and our memories were overwritten". There, I was a completely different man.
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[Hm.]
Can see how that'd be disorientating. What kind of man were you?
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...I was a sharpshooter. I was hired by numerous people to kill others, using my skills. And among my skills...I had abilities that I kept secret, lest I would be conscripted. Abilities to move glass, wood, stone, plants...and metal. That's what I would use to direct my bullets.
I also had an aging father at home I was working to send money to. And debts, of course. I couldn't help but gamble some of my savings away. But...that was the mess of it. And I was hired for a large job, a lucrative job, to break into a prison to obtain an item there.
[...]
It didn't go well.
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What happened?
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Why, I did what I felt I had to do.
[...]
I killed Mr. Joonghyuk, and Miss Nanaly. And I was about to kill Miss Susato before my untimely death.
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[Damn... impressive. Susato has final girl potential after all. (This was never in doubt.)
He leans back, considering.]
You were dead for a few minutes. I was dead for... a few hours or so. Long enough for them to haul me into a grave.
Did you see anything?
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[sweet miss susato was BLAMELESS]
Hm. [And his look seems distant.] I died as...that man. But my memories were muddled. And as if to add insult to injury...my body was used like a puppet. It was like I was watching myself from outside my body. I...he...attempted to attack Miss Susato.
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...That's hardly your fault, you know.
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...I know it wasn't. [And a wane smile.] But the experience was quite real, all the same.