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[finalgambit]

[ his back hits the wall, but he still refuses to give up and give in. the smile plastered on his face does falter subtly, and unfortunately for him veritas is probably the only person capable of taking note of it. ]

I never said I had to like it… [ his eyes dip to the gun and he acts like he’s going to hand it over, but instead he brings it back to his temple and pulls the trigger… or he tries to, but it’s jammed. ]

[ of course.
of FUCKEN course. ]

[ aventurine ducks his head and begins to laugh hysterically. ] Veritas… [ he reaches out and grabs a fist full of his shirt and yanks him down so they’re nose to nose. ] You better come back to me.

[primenumber]

[ He notes it with a clinical stoicism, because the experiment has to come before his own feelings- including whatever those might be for Aventurine. Though the only thing to make his expression crack is the gambler pulling the trigger on himself, and the relief that floods through him as the trigger jams. ]

[ But he suppresses that just as quickly as it shows, and grabs him by the wrist. Veritas shifts it so the gun moves to his temple instead, his hand covering Aventurine's. ]

[ He doesn't pull back as he's yanked in, and in fact closes the distance between them further to press a soft kiss to his lips. ]

Your reward, as promised.

[ With his index finger still over Aventurine's, he pulls the trigger. ]

[ BANG. ]

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[finalgambit]

[ he tries to pull his hand back, but the doctor is much stronger than him, so his attempts are nothing but futile. ] Please. [ he knows there's no swaying him. the both of them knew from the start that this would be the end result of the doctor's experiment, ... ]

Veritas. [ following the kiss his facade cracks, as does his voice. he tries one last time to yank the gun away, but he's forced to pull the trigger and, much to his dismay, it goes off. ]

[finalgambit]

[ he catches his body as it crumples to the floor, and because there's nobody else around he lets the tremors shake him to his core. ]

[ alone forsaken abandoned forsaken alone abandoned alone forsaken a̵b̵a̸n̸d̶o̸n̴e̶d̶ ̷a̷l̷o̷n̴e̷ ̵f̷o̸r̵s̶a̴k̸e̴n̶ ̸ a̵̢̛̲̗̘̲̙͈͙̤͛̀͌̑̿̑b̴̡̹̺͕͖̦̹̅̈́̑͑͋̚̕̚͜ą̴̝̙̦̩̖̓ṋ̴̢͎͖̃̅͊̈̕d̷͈͍̳̮͎̀̈̀̂̒͗̕ȯ̶̖̮̞̬̪̩̃̅̾͊̍ͅͅn̸̫̩̟̲̹̰͔̺̑̈́̄͑͒̔̃̒͛̇̍͂̕ͅe̶̢̢̩͚̥̖̩͍̪̮̬̺̻̐̈̔͐̊̓̈̊̀̕͘̕̕͜d̷̗͍̯͕̙̦̞̹̝̲̜͙̾͗̀͜͝ ̶̼̯̙̮͚̞̣̹̠͖̖͉̂͒͐̈́f̶̣̻̼̗̱̎͒͛͗́̇͜ö̴̢̧̰̝̮͙̫̭̙̼̙́r̸̯͍̤͌͊̑̑̆̚ŝ̵̟̗͍͉͍͖̳̹̠̞̖̼̗̳̤̓͜͠ͅą̴͙̬̘͍͙̰͓̪͓̯̙̗̻̲̟̤̎́̉̐̆̽̌̀̾̄̆͌̾̂͠͠͝ǩ̶̛͍̭̦̺͇̼͙̮̤͛̐͌̈́̈́̓̾̿̈͌̚̕ͅe̶͎̜͍͔͚̟̋͆̑̿̚͜ṇ̷̢̛̲͙̞̯̣̬̹̰̯͚̼̝̬̦̈́͋̂̊̈ ̴̛̦͕̗̫͍̜̰̫̯̈́͐͐̂͋͆̂̊̏̄͂̕͝a̸̞̤̥̙͇͕̩͉͛̋́̈͋̊̈́̃̾̊̏̾̈́̋̍̚͜l̸̮̤̠͓̩̰̻͍̙̰͙̠̭͙̈̍͗͋̉͌̔̃͐̏̍̊̓͌̑̐o̴͈̲̔͌̐̍̐̅͛̓̓̀͆͆̔̐̕̕n̴̛̳̜̤̦̂̄̓̈́̚͜͠͝ę̷̨̛̠̘̩̬̘͚̗̖͎͔̞̜̖̿̔̈́̏͋̄̿̎͂͘̚͝͝ ]

[finalgambit]

[finalgambit]

Don't leave me [ l̷̡̨̡̻͓̭͓͚͈͖̪̥͍̼̰̈́͒̌̒̍͆̔͘͠ì̸̝̣͉̤͔̝͙͉̒͊͒̂̅̑̊͆̽͘̕ͅk̶̢͍̜̭̟͕̺̲̙̱̣̅̑̓ë̵̟̳̘́͒͊̄̅̾̓̀̈́̃̉̔̚ ̷̨̟̱̘̳̝̺̱̠̦̆̈́̍̐̄̇͗̏̓̂̄͆̋̽͝ͅt̴͇͋̈́̐̾́̾͛̃̂͘͘h̶̢̪͎͖̩̗̪̗͕̤̪̩̥̥̔̇̆̀̐̃͂̉̏͆͑͝ͅȩ̷̢̙̣̖̯͍̘̻̬̏ ̷̛̲̯͍͚̘͙̤̥̹̖̘̣̑̈́̔̒̓̒͑̿̀̈́͝͠͝r̸̰͊̏̋̽͒̈̋̓̌̈́̽̄͗͠͠ę̸̗͍̼̫̗̝̮̭̠̲̠̗̓̓̽̎̚ś̴̢̡̘̝̥͕̦̜̳̼̳̫͈̎͊̎̇̏͑̄́͒̈́̀̐ṭ̴̡̦̥͔̮̯̲͎̗̹͋̎͗̔͜͜ ̵̡̡̛̦̣̺͎͍̓͊̽̆̀ọ̷̧̤̰͆͒͗͐͐͐͐̚f̸̛͎̤͙̱̈́̈́̓̈́̈́́͛̽̆̽̀͜ͅ ̸͈̤̩̘̍̀̎̓ț̸͈̖͔͚̣͙͍̤̓̊̓̄̆̑͋͗͐̈͘ȟ̴̻̠̺e̵̫̩͉̯̪͊͋̂̋͐̃́̕͘ͅm̵̧̡̜͉̭͙͚͕͖͉̤̜͖͐̋̎̌͘ͅ ] doc.

[finalgambit]

[ he lays him down carefully. ] Or I'll never forgive you. [ he shrugs off his jacket and throws it overtop him, setting his hat on his face to cover it. he reclaims the bullets he set on the counter, loading them back into his gun. ]

[ he drinks both of their drinks and then heads for the door, ] ...see you soon. [ time to go to the morgue. ]

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[primenumber]

[ This was necessary. He doesn't regret it. ]

[primenumber]

[ But Veritas does revive. ]

[ He's mentally going over his findings, calmly laying in his body bag as he waits for Aventurine to pull him out. ]

[ ...he does have faith, at least, that Aventurine will find him in here. ]

[finalgambit]

[ it's rude to kiss and die, doctor,
don't do that again... ]

[ ratio will hear him opening each locker and pulling out the stretchers if he notices a body bag. he eventually finds him and unzips the bag. ] I hate you. [ he says right before he kisses him. ]

How do you feel? [ offers him a water bottle. ]

[primenumber]

[ No promises. ]

Objectively untrue. [ He replies with a hint of a smirk after the kiss, accepting the water bottle and sitting up, looking thoughtful. ]

...uncertain. I appear to have lost my sense of taste.

[finalgambit]

[ he's tempted to squeeze the water bottle and spray it straight into his face for that, but he doesn't... instead taking a step back to fold his arms and lean against another stretcher. ] A result of your revival?

[primenumber]

Apparently. [ He drains the rest of the water bottle anyway. ] ...Do I appear the same as I did before I died? I feel the same, but feelings aren't a very objective judgement.

[finalgambit]

It could be worse. [ he looks him over. ] It's hard to tell. [ his lips quirk. ] If you'd like me to give you a complete examination you'll have to undress, doctor. [ you look fine, ratio. ]

[ he does reach for his head, fingers brushing where he had the gun barrel. ]

[primenumber]

There would be no point to that, considering where I shot myself. The rest of me should remain unaffected.

[ He leans ever so slightly into Aventurine's touch. As much as he'd like to pretend otherwise, dying did affect him. ] ...is there a trace of injury left?

[finalgambit]

We don't know that... because you lost your sense of taste as a result of shooting yourself. [ he scrunches his face, but it relaxes and his expression even softens afterward. ] No... [ threads his fingers through his hair. ] It looks fine. [ then he moves his hand further back, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking him in for a kiss. ] Don't ever do that again. [ hissed against his lips. ]

[primenumber]

Taste is a sense. It's affected by the brain. It could very well have been a direct result of-

[ His deductions are cut off as Aventurine threads fingers through his hair and, for once, robs him of words. The kiss has him almost regret his actions, but... it was for research. He had to see. ]

...

I told you of my plan. You knew what I was asking for.

[finalgambit]

I knew… but, like I said then, that doesn’t mean I had to like it. Heed my warning. [ and don’t do it again…! he says hours before killing almost all of acedia. ]

I… [ he missed you, but, not only that, he felt truly alone again, … ] I didn’t like seeing you like that.

[primenumber]

I would not say it was a very pleasant experience. I have all the information I need, so I don't intend to do it again. [ ON PURPOSE anyway....... ]

...so there's no need for you to worry about me.

[finalgambit]

A bit too late for that, doc. [ gives him a smile. ] I'm afraid I drank your drink back at the bar, ...would you like to go get another one? [ after this he feels like he needs one. ]

[primenumber]

...

I could use one, yes. How long have you been waiting for me to revive?

[finalgambit]

Just under two hours. And good [ because he could use another. ] Are you good to walk? [ is he sure that it’s only hours sense of taste? ]

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[ He makes a mental note of that. ] ...I should be. But don't go too far ahead.

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I'm not going to. [ he takes his hand. ] I know you're assigned to Greed, but maybe you could spend the night with me... at the Church.

[primenumber]

I doubt they'll mind if I'm gone tonight. [ He holds Aventurine's hand, but he's firm about it. He might have died but he doesn't need your comfort, okay? ] ...I would rather return to the Church, anyway. I need to... [ He pauses, like he's uncharacteristically at a loss for words before he shakes his head like he's trying to clear it. ] ...go over my findings.