If he was lying, I'd have known. He said we'd destroyed enemies using it before, and... I don't remember doing it, but I don't remember thinking anything was wrong with him saying that, so it had to be true.
[chuuya shakes his head, reaches up to rub at his face; he doesn't remove his hand, though, leaving his eyes covered.]
He said using it was up to me. I told him that saying that always meant I didn't really have a choice.
[ Chuuya is serious. Yato didn't have to ask a single question to get a sense of that fact, but the gravity of Chuuya's request finally settles on him. If he weren't asking Yato, he'd be asking someone else. So if the trigger sentence is spoken, if it looks like Chuuya's powers are getting out of control, if he starts bleeding and blasting out craters, Yato should kill him. Pretty cut-and-dry.
An old memory of a monster with a hundred gaping, weeping eyes flashes through his mind. Her pain and rage burning through him, her disgust and sadness and resignation. Her wish to die, a resounding hollow in his heart. Though he was a child, he felt her torture as if it were his own.
Yato firms his jaw. Maybe this task really is best left to him. ]
... Okay. You can count on me, boss. I'll do what needs to be done.
But promise me you'll try to remember more. Any memory might help.
I- yeah, I'll try. I've been trying to remember more since I started figuring it out.
[he's just not sure what else there is to remember, if he hasn't recalled it yet. there may not be anything left in his own memories, but...]
There's someone else here who's from the same place as me. He remembers it, too. It's... just that we were enemies then, so- I'm gonna try to have someone else try to figure out what he knows. If anything comes of that, I'll let you know.
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Do you know for a fact that it'll kill you? How do we know that it won't run its course and stop right before you're spent?
[ He needs to know that it's irreversible. Personally, he doesn't care as much if other people are at risk. If Chuuya can live, then he has to live. ]
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[chuuya shakes his head, reaches up to rub at his face; he doesn't remove his hand, though, leaving his eyes covered.]
He said using it was up to me. I told him that saying that always meant I didn't really have a choice.
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An old memory of a monster with a hundred gaping, weeping eyes flashes through his mind. Her pain and rage burning through him, her disgust and sadness and resignation. Her wish to die, a resounding hollow in his heart. Though he was a child, he felt her torture as if it were his own.
Yato firms his jaw. Maybe this task really is best left to him. ]
... Okay. You can count on me, boss. I'll do what needs to be done.
But promise me you'll try to remember more. Any memory might help.
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[he's just not sure what else there is to remember, if he hasn't recalled it yet. there may not be anything left in his own memories, but...]
There's someone else here who's from the same place as me. He remembers it, too. It's... just that we were enemies then, so- I'm gonna try to have someone else try to figure out what he knows. If anything comes of that, I'll let you know.
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[ It doesn't even occur to him that Chuuya might have been the bad guy... ]
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Yato. I was mafia, remember? Pretty sure I could've been the bad guy, or- fuck, maybe we both were. I don't know the whole situation. But-
Maybe we don't have to be enemies, but it makes it hard to trust him, you know?
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[ But a life where Chuuya was a bad person? Nah. ]
Who is he? I'll watch what I say if I ever meet him.