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[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know about this world's population problem, but I've got my own tasks awaiting me at home, and I cannot be kept from them any longer. I've already been away too long. I need to get back immediately.

Additionally, the bedding they've provided me with is... "sub-par" does not even begin to cover it. Really, what is the thread count on these sheets? They look and feel like they were made in a poorly managed sweatshop.

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[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Look, I don't know what you want out of me, but you aren't spitfire. The dead can't come back to life.

[flameregalia]

So then how do you explain your being here, alive and talking with me?

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Is this an attempt to instill me with guilt, or is it a trick question?

[flameregalia]

Guilt? I'm the one who feels guilty.

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

What do you have to feel guilty about? You're dead.

[flameregalia]

Don't you want to hit me? I pulled you down with me.

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Who asked you to come back with me? You should have run with your heir.

[flameregalia]

It wasn't your fight.

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

If I hadn't stepped in you've have exploded without even getting him away safely and you know it.

[flameregalia]

Yes, I suppose you could even say I was in your debt.

[flameregalia]

Though I wouldn't go quite that far..

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Besides, by that point it had well since become my fight.

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

No, wait, your kafka-esque attempts at manipulation are not going to work on me!

[flameregalia]

Manipulation? If I didn't already know you were such a difficult man I'd think your coming back to life unbalanced you.

[clockstopping.livejournal.com]

Setting the circumstances behind my coming back aside, I saw Spitfire die. You aren't him, so I'd appreciate if rather than dancing obliquely around whatever it is you want out of me you just ask what you want to know.

[flameregalia]

It's me, Sano.

[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

That's Spitfire, Sano, I'm sure of it.