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“Going. Going-Gone. Gone Girl. “

And all that. Haüyne brought both hands up to press every last fingerpad like drills into facial nerves. Pressed and pressed. Pushed back and up into all the mess of mahogany hair hard enough to dislodge the band-wraps that served as a joke of a tiara. “We’re not going to say a ******** thing. Got it?“

“Just like with you.” One for one for tit and tat and all the Nothing that was built there by them, between them.

“ Said there’s Nadda here for ‘er. Just like that. Chatted up Bobs-yer-uncle whoever for a few nights, on the sly, immediately thinks they’re the cat’s a** and off she goes. We’re s**t and shingle. But, you know, she’ll be waiting on the other side for me in case my Nothing a** and your trouser snake wanna piece of whatever action it is that she thought was so damned more amazing. “

Everything shook. The room felt hot an cold and like it was having a seizure.
“She saved your life with me. With Harmotome. Owe her one. She can high sign us and bork off. Least we can do…...Least we can ******** do.”

It wasn’t wrong, all of it. The Queen gave them magic and power, sure, but Still was right that Metallia hadn’t so much as blinked in anyone’s direction save up the Sovs’ brown eyes in well more than a egg-crate of months. Two? However many. And Pyro’d dodged before she had. There was no one on either side after all of it.

After. All.
I’m not the kind of person who gets happy endings.

There was accord here. Stillz went on about choice, like she’d never grasped War or Conscription as things. All the self above even the Queen and nothing to prove or show for that except complaints that she hadn’t had a choice. Not in joining, no, but it was a better place, a better way to be. She’d been given the choices that mattered: friends, food, fun, whatever she wanted. The only choice no single one of them had was in conscription. Just like those militaries of the USA, of Europe, Africa, Asia, all the continents. Probably even polar bears on bear ice continent.

Haüyne allowed for the drawing near, to his chest and mashed the beauty mark hidden against the jacket there for a moment while breathing. “No.”

The word was croaked, ugly in the depths of the throat that choked back phlegm. “Still wanted choice, Still chose. It’s Stillz fault. And she chose to leave you behind. Didn’t even talk to you. None of all for one. It was all that you chose to join an’ I didn’t. One ******** given. “

The senshi carefully straightened, putting arm reciprocally around Bus’ shoulders. “That’s two for me, Bus. A lie to keep you safe and a lie for Stillz. No good hand for Metallia, doing that. I can’t keep being like this. I think he was right….when he walked away. When you did...when she did. I am...good gravy I am a load of Nothing for this outfit. Any outfit. Need somethin’ to fix me. ICan’tKeepDoingThis.”

Wants. That was the point, really. Haüyne’d kept making choices, kept at it, kept nose to the business trying to find a team, or friends, build a home, build a place and stuff and basis of whats and where’s to get them all whatever the Negaverse needed at a pinch from electronics to toothpaste to quick-set concrete. Someone had to be able to teleport the ins-and-outs and get stuff. Someone had to be able to stand in the exact spot of a window while a building fell down.

Friends, a team, a monarch. A place and job to be-do. I want to be the Executioner. I am Execution.
I want to be executed.
I’m tired.

‘There's nothing for me here. Nothing that I want.’
‘You once said there was no one for you on that side---but I'll be.’

nothing wanted, but somehow still there? It doesn’t work. Itdoesn’tmakesense.
But I Lie. I am the Liar. What do I Choose. Because My Wants Matter. Just liketheydidbeforenow. JustlikeeverythingworkingoutexactlyhowIchoseitto.

The eternal smiled, from one cheek to the other. He didn't know that he was pouring salt and twisting the knife. Bus was trying to be sweet, probably, without having heard what it was all about. “That’s a funny question, innit. Things I want. But Doing is the real deal of that. No amount of want is gonna make a diff' if there’s no action. You’re right, ya know. That’s in my court. No one can help me with that. So what am I gonna Do. Nothing for now. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep and when I wake I’m gonna take some pills and go back to sleep so that I don’t wake up for an entire day. Quil will do that for me. Then I’m going to have to see if what’s on the Maumarket, or R&D, for ******** officers. ”

“How about you, Grif. What do you want to do.”

Protect me from what, silly snake. Something would have to want to find me.

He spoke; he moved. Where his hands had been to hair, to chin, blue lifted a finger to turn his chin now from his aim. Met him up, mouth against mouth.

“Stay.”