OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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[shooteverything]

I don't know.

[ he's repeating himself, it's true, but he really doesn't know what, or why. going through that has made him tired, somehow both physically and mentally. ]

I don't even know how they did it. And they could still use that... whatever.

[erythristic]

[she shakes her head slowly. she'll destroy it if they ever come near her again. for a minute, she seems like she's almost going to cry, and then takes a deep breath.]

Can we...make an agreement? You don't think on what you saw, I don't think about what I saw?

[shooteverything]

[ for a moment he considers saying that he doesn't mind if she thinks about it, but... that's not what's best, now. ]

Sure. Fine.

[ he drops down to sit on the ground, pulling his heels close to himself in a butterfly stretch, head bowed for a moment before he looks up at her. ]

...sorry.

[erythristic]

...what do you have to be sorry for?

[she keeps her gaze at him, focusing on his hair to make herself stop being on the edge of tears.]

[shooteverything]

...I'd forget about it if I could.

[ he runs a hand through his hair automatically, as if there might be something in it that grell's staring at. ]

[erythristic]

...Nicht sie.

[the idea occurs to her that they might be listening to all of this, and at the least she can make it a hell of a lot harder for them to hear any of it by getting quieter and switching languages, lest they use it as some sort of sick example.]

Die Psychopathen, der es gemacht hat. Sie muss sich dafür entschuldigen.

[shooteverything]

Ich will.

[ heine ruffles his hair again automatically and then rubs his forehead, looking away as he speaks again. ]

Sie müssen hier raus.

[erythristic]

Warum? Was wird dann geschehen?

[and what more could they possibly do that they haven't done?]

[shooteverything]

Er saugt hier.

[ he mumbles plainly. heine shrugs and rubs the back of his head, uncertain. ]

[erythristic]

Würde ich nicht bleiben wenn ich die Wahl hätte.

[he need only peek at the edges of her memories to confirm how true that was. she leaves when dismissed and no earlier.]

[shooteverything]

Ist es ihre wahl nicht?

[ if he learned anything from working with a private investigator for years, it's that all you need is the right leverage. ]

[erythristic]

Ich habe die Wahl zu leben.

[in retrospect, that was the source of a lot of problems.]

[shooteverything]

[ he goes silent, then, pressing his hands together as he thinks. he just has to make it so that they don't have a choice—

—but now is not the time to think about it. ]

Okay.

[ heine starts getting to his feet, rubbing his face. ]

Ich gehe zurück in meine wohnung gehen.