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"Same; I mean, if that person was right, and we signed up for this hell, our lives before must've been pretty...well..." He trailed off, vaguely gesturing forward. But still, no matter how terrible his previous life would have been, the fact still remained. He wanted to know. Hidden behind his mask, brows raised at the apology Gamma Two was giving him, and his immediate response was to laugh it off, reaching out to clap his Leader-buddy on the shoulder.

"Naw, no way man! You did whattcha could, Kept us alive as long as you could, You're good." After all, he had stayed alive pretty much the entire time Gamma Two was alive; he didn't live long after that so, by all accounts, his short success was due to Two. With a sigh and a slouch, he turned to point at Beta Seven.

"And you, you're a huge b***h." He seemed amused, but there was a hint of an edge to his voice. "We're not going to have a future here, either. But at least here we can pretend to be alive." For a little bit, anyway. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to cling to life a little longer, girlie." Behind his mask he rolled his eyes, once more graciously flipping her the bird.

His attention soon shifted towards Beta X...and he paused. Well, s**t. Beta Seven was right...now Gamma Two had to drop 'em! Hrm. This just wouldn't do.

"I take my bet back; you will have to drop your pants when the time comes." He confirmed while pointing at Beta Seven, before gesturing towards Gamma Two. "He has to...do whatever the hell he wants, that doesn't include stripping." It was a good ammendment, he thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry for saying the truth, guys," She stated in a deadpan voice as she rolled her eyes before pausing, letting out a sigh, "Look, I get it. Its just that all this-" She gestured at just about everything in the room, "Is getting way too comfy. This couch is getting way too comfy." Makes it hard to let go of, even more than before. If this was a few days earlier... She would had willingly walk through that door without regrets.

With time come emotions, and with emotions come regret.

"Say what you want to, but I make a fair point," She dismissed the flip with a wave of her hand, but froze at what Gamma Seven said next. For a split second, she remained silent... Until she burst out laughing again, "HAHAHA- Since we can change our bets... Old man, drop your pants. I ain't dropping the nickname, and you sound like a retard adding 'dude' anyway. It makes you sound like a... 60 year old trying to talk to his grandson."

If they could see his face, it would have been a look of horror right about now as he stared at bVII. Why did she want him to drop his pants that badly? Though, yVII did have a bit of a point. He had already started with that part of the stipulation.

"Totally not gonna drop my pants if you're not gonna like... drop the whole old man dealie," he said, now adding a bit of the 'surfer' tone to his words, "Didn't think that like... you'd be that interested in seeing my junk. Gotta say, that's like.. kinda hot."

Grinning, he realized something, "Though wait dude. Didn't you like.. just say there was armor under the armor? Wiiiiiiiickeeeed... so it's like.. totally pointless to drop the pants then anyway. Right dude?"

...Gamma Two was...

Pffffftahahahha! Seven burst out laughing, his eyes squeezing shut behind his mask. Oh dear god, those words and that tone just...ugh they felt and sounded to awkward! Two was definitely not a surfer in their past life! He was about to say so too, but when he opened his eyes to peer at the little group they had made, he found Beta Seven with her mask flush against Gamma Two's. Oh! Well then! No wonder they were always together in death! It made sense now, and it was probably a good thing they couldn't see the grin behind his mask. Still, he had to admit he was a little jealous; even as a technically nameless stranger in complete armour, Two still managed to get the girl. Seemed unfair some how!

"GET A ROOM." He demanded loudly, still laughing.

Well, limbo wasn't so bad.

"A room? Why get a room when you have such a comfy couch?" She released Gamma Two with a laugh as she turned to look at Gamma Seven, "And more than two can play at this game, wouldn't you agree?" Her gaze shifted to the oddly quiet Beta X before she looked at Gamma Seven again; it couldn't be seen, but she was grinning. She wasn't even sure why.

... For some reason, the idea of a threesome appealed to her. s**t, maybe she really was a stripper from Las Vegas as Gamma Two suggested. That would be sort of... Disturbing yet oddly interesting, career choice wise.

Ugh, someone from their bet die and join them already, seriously... What's taking them so long? Walking through that door would solve all the mysteries, probably, and she did not want to sit here in purgatory for the rest of her death.

yII could almost not believe he was actually talking about this right now in death of all places. This definitely would not be going on if they were all alive on the island right about now.

"Heh. I guess like... behind the bar could work dude but yeah. It'd be a total killjoy if there were like... ten or more layers of this stuff we're wearing," he chuckled. The light mood soon took a downwards turn as he heard Gamma Seven say it was his time to go. Turning to face him, he glanced towards the door briefly.

Stepping away from Beta Seven, he walked over and patted the guy on the shoulder. Beneath the mask as a sort of smile, but it was weak. A part of him didn't want to see people leave, but it was inevitable. Everyone in this room had to cross over some time. Right now, that was yVII's time.

"It was nice knowing you," he said, trying not to sound too solemn. The surfer tone had been dropped, however, "Take care."

The weight on his heart, the plummeting feeling in his stomach...the tingle of emotion behind his eyes. It wasn't something he thought he would feel when he ended it. He always thought it would be similar to the way he had gone in the game; angry, determined, yelling, in pain. This was...so different than what he imagined. So calm, so...ready, if it could be called that.

"Nah, no hugs, no chick flick moments." He chuckled low, a somewhat forced noise as he nonchalantly waived off the idea. What he did, however, was extend a hand to Gamma Two. "Pleasure's all mine, man. It was an honor." Once he was gone with Two, he extended the same hand to Beta Seven. "You too, really." When he was able to, he stepped back from the both of them, awkwardly and lightly clapping his hands together as if brushing the dust off of them.

"Well...That's it I guess. Good Luck." Nodding lightly, he turned and weaved his way through the crowd, pausing just once in front of the door, staring into the darkness that awaited him. He had no regrets, no nagging feeling that he needed to stay; he made friends, he had a laugh, he was ready to go. It was his time.

With a calm breath, he stepped past the others there, and went through the door without a single glance back.

(( yVII exits through the door. ))

yII was fine with the no hugs thing, though he went on and shook Seven's hand firmly with little hesitation. Nodding silently, he briefly glanced over towards Beta Seven, then watched as his friend walked on through the door. His eyes lingered there for awhile, staring at the abyss yVII had disappeared into.

Taking a few steps closer, it seemed he was considering crossing over as well, but his gaze broke away from the doorway. He was on the fence. He wanted to go, but at the same time.. he didn't. The mixed feeling had him confused on what he should do. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath to try and clear his thoughts.

His time was coming soon. He could feel it.