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Senga waited patiently through the Horsemen's entire performance - or as patiently as one could when they were in the process of losing their form completely - having come to terms with the idea that all of them were beneath him, held within the palm of his hand. And he had all of the time in the world, and unfortunately, that meant they needed to as well.

He exhaled sharply when they came back into being, his wings jerking sharply to create small gusts of sand at his feet. He let the humans have their say in the matter, his fingers pressing to the clamminess of his skin, his eyes searching out the other horsemen, counting them all as though to make sure they were still there. That their new company hadn't permanently struck away their forms.

He kept an eye on the humans though, weighing them all with different amounts of scrutiny. The questions came in slow floods of stupidity and attempts at gaining the upper hand. But they could go in circles with this, asking for one thing and being usurped by another on the opposing side asking the same for their own team. It was nearly a vicious cycle - the Executioner nearly severed his lip in an attempt not to try and stick something sharp through some of them when their turns came.

"Can you tell me how to eradicate it?" He finally asked in a quiet, controlled tone, looking back at the Horseman with a searching, sheltered glance. "Can you tell me how to take away the voices, the Insanity - " His fingers raked nearly subconsciously over the grey in his skin, his wings curving and fluttering gently. Even though it had become a part of him now, even though he'd watched Shaheen fall and Mengyao slip into darkness and all of the scars left behind by that one, terrifying, invisible force that plagued their ranks, he still asked. It was all he could do.

"Or is that even possible?" He finished sharply, forcing a steady calm into his tone. He was given all of the Horsemen's knowledge to marvel over and pry at - and this was the only thing he could think of to do.

Candace was petrified with terror. She refused to let it show other than the fact that she couldn't move, the woman at least kept a decent poker face. The things he could do to them, the things he was saying..they made her want to kick the portal on and run. Mark was good at that, he could teach her. But his offer was what made her stay, it was very enticing. She could have one wish, anything she wanted? But there was so much. Could she just flat out ask for everything she wants? Just give me anything I have ever and will ever ask for? She rolled her eyes when she heard Dakota's 'wish'. "Really?" Thanks, Dakota. Hope he gives you a baby made of fire.

Robert's wish startled her. Candace just stared at him, her jaw dropped. That was...quite the wish. It wasn't one Candace could exactly blame him for but..wow...

What did she want? She wanted power, not just physical but..she just...

Candace frowned and finally took a step back, ducking her head and crossing her arms like she was trying to hide while she considered her wish. What did she want? She wanted H to love her. She wanted that so badly, for him to love her the way she loved him, but she also wanted Molly to love her as well..she wanted..a glance was cast Dakota's way before she sighed and covered her face with one hand. She wanted to erase her past mistakes, she wanted to be in control of..everything. Rep could shut out things that were bothering him and just act, she had been able to do that once...but it got harder and harder to do the more people she let into her life. Candace just wanted. everything. But could she really trust him? This was Death. Making a deal with Death sounded like a horrible idea.

But Rep's wish did seem pretty...appealing. More than human aside, power and strength...if she had those then she could get the rest of what she wanted. She could take back control of her life. She could stop asking and start taking, the way she used to.

But would power make you happy? Atropos' voice was soft in her mind, a gentle tone with an honest question. Would it? Maybe..possibly...she had so much she wanted to do. She was sick and tired of people claiming she was an emotional liability, that she was weak, and let relationships get in the way of her efficiency. She was a damn good hunter. She didn't want to look weak anymore...she wasn't weak..

"I want that as well. Strength, power. I want control of my life again, to be able to take what I want when I want it the way I used to." She just wanted to be happy again...and doing whatever the hell she wanted without remorse..it had made her happy. There was no crying, no emotional turmoil, no worry that what she was doing would hurt someone and make them unhappy...

Atropos was quiet, though Candace could feel her presence like a comforting hug around her.

Invictus did not seem to care that Death the Rider was some old and powerful entity, giving the pale man a dark look as he put one arm around Eris and pulled the War Protector into him after all the theatrics seemed to have been played out for what they were worth.

That did not silence the snarl that seemed to lay quietly upon his shoulders, the hardening, angry posture of His Imperial Majesty which was more telling than it had ever been in it's subtle cues.

And then wishes - humans always had a way of just coming out with words and thoughts as they conveniently skirted around their horrible actions and their horrible tiny miserable existence. They would have attacked the Rider if they'd thought they had even a sliver of a chance to destroy him - but no. They were going to hold their hands out and ask for grubby little party favors and act humble now.

"I wish to stop being treated like a pawn in your cosmic game of Chess, Rider." he spoke, yet there was something seemingly underlying this request of his. Perhaps not the power that the Rider had but....

Repeat. Things kept happening again and Sherry was entirely ready to-- Oh. That was new. New and interesting, even if some it was a bit hard to follow. (It had been a really long day.) She felt like she caught the gist of what Death told them. She suppressed a shudder of terror. What forces were they dealing with here? How many times today had they failed and died? This being before them held so much power...they were at his mercy, clearly. Yet they lived, by his grace alone, near as she could tell. Though what he said about the future didn't make things a whole lot better. Or any better.

Sherry wasn't sure about asking a question or wishing a wish. Were such things meant for them, the hunters? Was it for free? Why? The same reason they were still alive, some part of her brain rationalized. She heard others ask for things, answers and more; hunter and horseman alike. If she could ask for anything, what would it be? Sherry really didn't know. There were so many little wishes, so many little questions that had crossed her mind in the weeks and month previous. She wanted to talk with Jake. She wanted to stop a fight. She wanted to be strong enough. She wanted...So many things. They were all selfish and some seemed petty. Love, happiness, second chances, less suffering....



She'd made peace with most of her failings. The ones she hadn't...the thought of erasing them seemed wrong. She was who she was because of them. No, if Sherry could ask for anything it would be improvement.



Sherry was looking at her hands. She could remember the blood that had been on them. She could see bodies in her memories, and she remembered the stench of death. And blood. So much blood. "If I were to ask for anything...I would ask for the power to help my friends. To heal them, protect them...I'm tired of watching people die. I wish for the power to help keep my friends alive during this wretched life or war or whatever it is we are in." She said it as much to herself as anybody.

Armagnac made some sort of disgruntled noise in the Lifer's head. Sherry still thought it a very selfish wish, though the weapon failed to see how.

If one asked him what he wanted, he couldn't answer. To turn back time? To repair the mistakes now beyond repair? To wish he... never existed? To be honest, the would have been the easy way out. No one would mourn him, no one cry over him. No one SHOULD cry over him. But no... things had already been set. If he were to ask for such a thing, he would only end up leaving Chester in permanent slumber. Maybe that would have been best, but...

Already, the nergal was voicing his disapproval, and Jake only sighed. With the way the world was now, each wish had a repercussion. Happiness for one would result in misery for another. He wasn't so foolish as to believe in wishes and happy endings. Fairytales didn't exist. Not in this timeline.

Hearing Stormy's wish, he sighed, walking over to the mist trainee and ruffling her hair with a hand.
"At least you have a family to mourn you. Don't you think it'd hurt them more to not even have the memory of you to hold onto? Cherish what little you have."
His voice was but a murmur, as his gaze flickered over to Death himself. Wishes were too fickle, but questions...

"What are you planning to get out of all this?"
His eyes narrowed. There had to be a reason time kept resetting. What was he trying to do? What outcome was he seeking? This he didn't understand.

Wishes? Hopes? Wants? This... Death, he could give such things? He offered such things to them and yet... Part of her wanted to cry 'bullshit'. Demons offer deals for something in return, there it always a price.

What price did he want from them in return for such wishes?

She wasn't willing to find out.

When bix's fingers laced with hers, she squeezed his hand tightly, before piping up her own wish. Others would wish for things they wanted, instead she would try and make sure they would stay safe. "I wish for no harm to come to me, mine, or all of us for today." if they walked away from this alive and well today... They could worry about tomorrow when it came.

Gale, lost somewhat in the shuffle after Candace's embrace and thankful return, now stood by himself, his arms at his side, one hand still holding the rifle that was now pointed downwards, the barrel half buried in sand. He had been with Stormy earlier, but now she stood with Jake, and Gale did not make a move to go towards her, or anyone else, for that matter.

He didn't know what he wanted. Or what he could ask. His mind could not seem to settle itself, and the voices of the others seemed to blend into one, each melting together until there was nothing but a buzzing noise low in his ears, reaching outwards until it pressed against his skull.

He was too tired for this. Too tired of the Sahara, where everything seemed to go wrong, where people seemed to have a habit of dying. Too tired of the Horsemen, who seemed to wreak havoc wherever they went - havoc, and destruction, and pain, and everything else that made life miserable.

Too tired of everything. Gale closed his eyes.

"I want it to be over."

Ofelia spoke up after a moment, having sort of been in shock and awe over all of this. Her request was simple, but probably ridiculous. "Ah want ya ta take this voice outta mah head, an' send her away fer good. Ah want the silence back." The teen tapped the side of her head with her fingers, the look on her face clear as day.

Was she wishing Rue away for good, wishing away her abilities to be a hunter? Probably not, but then again making her weapon silent would likely do that. Ofelia didn't care, she'd grown used to the silence left behind when Rue slowly crept through her brain, and now that the voice was back it was terrifying.

She didn't think it would happen though, that it would come true. This man was just testing their resolve, seeing if they would crumble. Probably. Ofelia wasn't sure because thinking wasn't her strong suit, thinking wasn't what a Sun Hunter did. "Never mind. No one can help me."