[Ah, the Blanket Lump. Where has he seen that before.
Beelzebub silently lowers himself to a seat on the edge of the bed. It's hard to remember to talk. Usually he'd know instinctively. But... this wasn't Belphie.
[ from the delayed response, it seems like crea was indeed sleeping. but he's a light sleeper, and the voice is enough to get him to shift.
he lifts the blankets a peek, squinting at the light. he has a headache. though he opens his mouth to say something, ultimately all his words fail him, and he closes it again.
say your piece, beel. crea's sure that he's going to get an earful now. ]
[ the back rubs are nice, but it is awkward to be look up at beelzebub from the bed. shrugging off the blankets, he sits up. now there's some fresh scars from where the shrapnel dug into his body. ]
My heart's fine. [ he's alive. there's still a chance he can go back to sion. he should be elated. yet he is not. he feels sick. ] This isn't my first kill. It's kind of a necessary part of being a bad guy, y'know? Also a necessary part of being a hero.
[ it's just that he's one of the few that doesn't enjoy it? ]
[He gives Crea space to emerge from his little bed cocoon, bringing his hands back to himself as he leans over with his arms against his knees, looking Crea over with an unreadable expression.]
...
Just because it's necessary doesn't mean it feels good. It doesn't mean you have to feel good, either.
The first one is right. The second one is mostly what others say I am, so I guess I don't have much room to comment on it. It'd be kind of self-centered if I called myself a 'kind person', wouldn't it?
But the third one...
[ he shakes his head. ]
I'm sorry Beel, but that's a lie. I've seen enough of people's darker sides to know what they're capable of. Outside of our little Dodo group, there aren't that many on this island that I would trust.
[ including himself. especially himself. ]
To be honest, the fact I trusted you all was a surprise on its own. You guys are incredible.
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Beelzebub silently lowers himself to a seat on the edge of the bed. It's hard to remember to talk. Usually he'd know instinctively. But... this wasn't Belphie.
...]
Crea. Are you awake?
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he lifts the blankets a peek, squinting at the light. he has a headache. though he opens his mouth to say something, ultimately all his words fail him, and he closes it again.
say your piece, beel. crea's sure that he's going to get an earful now. ]
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Crea will feel the weight and warmth against his back as Beel reaches over to rest a hand against him.]
You must be hurting.
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that's warm.
crea doesn't move, but he does close his eyes, ignoring the throb in his chest that has no relation to his closed wounds. ]
Between mine and Magolor's healing, my wounds are pretty much closed. They don't hurt much.
[ crea is aware that this is not what beel is talking about. ]
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[He runs his hand in a slow back and forth motion against the blanket, across Crea's back.]
What about your heart?
You didn't want to kill. You killed anyway. That can hurt.
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[ the back rubs are nice, but it is awkward to be look up at beelzebub from the bed. shrugging off the blankets, he sits up. now there's some fresh scars from where the shrapnel dug into his body. ]
My heart's fine. [ he's alive. there's still a chance he can go back to sion. he should be elated. yet he is not. he feels sick. ] This isn't my first kill. It's kind of a necessary part of being a bad guy, y'know? Also a necessary part of being a hero.
[ it's just that he's one of the few that doesn't enjoy it? ]
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...
Just because it's necessary doesn't mean it feels good. It doesn't mean you have to feel good, either.
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[ that's probably the closest he'll get to confessing that he feels like shit. ]
But a job's a job. Guess that doesn't change, even in this place.
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[It's simply asked.]
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I know you now, though. And the Crea I know now isn't a bad person. Even if he gets angry. Even if he hides. Even if he kills.
[He looks down at his own hands, lacing his fingers together.]
You said yourself that you don't want to. You're kind. And you don't want to think badly of people.
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But the third one...
[ he shakes his head. ]
I'm sorry Beel, but that's a lie. I've seen enough of people's darker sides to know what they're capable of. Outside of our little Dodo group, there aren't that many on this island that I would trust.
[ including himself. especially himself. ]
To be honest, the fact I trusted you all was a surprise on its own. You guys are incredible.