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She somehow felt validated in is hissing. He hated their pity, something he wouldn't get from her, so he was safe on that front.

That focus wasn't great, she felt a little on edge. There was a small part of her hoping he did something. That needed to be restrained deep back in her mind. She shouldn't feel that way.

She sighed, the familiar pull of the curse persona she held locked up. It normally happened when she wanted to tear something, she pushed it down though. "Glad someone at least understands that feeling."

He understands it better than anything. But despite his power, he falters, as if he wants to pull away from her, back into his darkness; he replies as if she was Oracle, who judged him.

"You don't understand that feeling. I felt you watching me every time, from Prometheus. Sometimes I acted up just to piss you off."

"I don't know what you are talking about, this is my first time seeing you, and I have yet to 'judge' you." She sighed.

She wanted to comment that he hadn't pissed her off but decided better. "I'm not Oracle remember, I'm Glitch." Was the memory thing applying to him too?

He remembers everything his surface-self forgets. But he also has his own distortions and his own self to contend with, affecting what he sees, feels, thinks... everything.

"You're Glitch. Of course you are." And then he really does step back, seeming confused. "Did you really flay someone? A little girl like you? Did you enjoy it?"

She nodded, "Technically I hit his artery too fast, but that was the plan." She moved to sit more comfortable, her legs up close to her chest.

"I enjoyed his suffering, I drugged Goro to get out. I don't even know that he knows what I did." She had complicated feelings about it, but she knew given the opportunity she wouldn't have sliced her neck like she did.

The Shadow is squinting at her again, trying to see her more clearly, and not the ghost he carries with him. "Mm. I don't want to speculate about your Akechi, Glitch. Given the state of you, for all I know he's as bad as..."

His face crimps into an ugly knot of a scowl: as bad as that piece of shit walking above while I'm trapped down here. "Would he have been horrified by what you did? Or would he enjoy it? It's hard, you know, to let yourself enjoy things."

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"I honestly have no idea how he'd react." She sighed. "I don't exactly admit to drugging and sneaking out multiple times. If I did he'd be on the lookout for it." Then she'd be cut off from her side projects. "He's not as well put together as he puts out, he's got his own dark side, I'm sure he's got his own side projects, destroying everything he ever wants."

"You don't like your counterpart do you?" She hummed, more an observation. She wasn't sure how he'd react to questions about himself.

It's fascinating, in a dark sort of way, to hear the ways she's betrayed her own Akechi, her sibling, as she put it; his eyes gleam as he listens. Of course, then she mentions his ego, his surface-self, his literal worst, and he steps back, snarling and hissing like a cat.

"Fuck him! I don't care about him! I want him dead, and nobody will kill him for me!" Okay.

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Were the gleaming eyes a good sign or not, he at least seemed to like hearing her darker thoughts. He was a shadow why wouldn't he?

She leaned forward, interested. There's a look her eyes that she can't quite place either. "Why do you want him dead? Would that free you from here? Or is it something else? I haven't met him frankly, I've only seen the things they discuss about him. I don't like what I hear. Too preppy for my liking."

They talk about him? Of course they do. Stupid as he was, he liked it, couldn't stand that last month when he felt like a ghost. How little he'd known.

Is she seriously asking, though, this little murderer with Oracle's form? "Yeah. It would free me. Free both of us. Why, are you going to do it for me?"

Free, of course, is a euphemism here.

"Tell me more." She grinned, her perfect disarming grin, the one that said she could never hurt a fly.

She hadn't felt useful in a while, she needed that feeling again.

And oh, his eyes go as wide as his ego's can be. He is so tired, and so, so hungry. But then he remembers where they are, and what he is, and what she is; his lip curls.

"You won't do it. You're playing games with me, as they all do. I could rip you in two without trying, you know."

"You don't know what I will or won't. You only know Oracle. I'm not her." Her voice was harsh, a little irritated. She wasn't really threatened by him, hell it would be quite an interesting show. She wouldn't have to keep herself locked up as tight as she normally is.

"Who cares about Oracle? Of course I know you're not her. I may not know you, but I know people, and people will always fuck you any way they can! No matter what they tell you! No matter how much they stuff you up with lies!"

Sounds like someone hurt him. Who could it have possibly been?

Her eyes widened, "oh, your mad at someone else." She laughed, she couldn't stop.

"This is another damn show isn't it! I'm so fucking tired of this fucking shit!" She stood up. Her laughing and yelling full of pain and irritation. "Why don't you just be fucking direct with it then? I'm so tired of people lying to me, people thinking they know what's better for me like I'm a fucking child!"

But... he doesn't react, just lets her yell back at him. Huh.

"I'm a Shadow. I couldn't lie to you if I wanted to."

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She took a breath. That was true. She closed her eyes, returning back to the good girl people knew.

"People keep shielding me because they killed my mom. I'm fed up with it." That perfect smile again. "Who are you really mad at?"

He's watching her, though; oh, how he is watching. The thing outside, and the thing hidden. How well he knows that. Unfortunately, her question short-circuits him, opening up the part of him that just wants to fucking scream.

"Him! He stabbed me in the back! He turned me into that thing!" He stops, as if he would have stopped for breath if he needed to breathe. "And yes, I killed your mother! I hate it! I could never stop thinking about it, and I hope that makes you sick."

"Honestly, I couldn't give a shit if you killed my mother or not. The fact it torments you is enough." She needed to think for a moment, who could Him be?

"Maruki, or Ren?" That was his name wasn't it? "He picked you to be like this?" Okay, she could get on the anger train on his behalf, reducing someone to this was, well not great.

But there he goes; he can't hear the name. Hearing Maruki named sets him off, and following it up with Ren...

He vanishes, exploding outwards and losing his form as he impacts on the tunnel walls, like something out of a 90s anime movie. The force of his scream rocks the space around her.

But nothing—not a shockwave, not a flying piece of debris, or the Shadow himself—injures her.

Well, she got her answer. Both of them. That was a lovely discovery. He didn't hurt her though. He had enough control to not do that. She could lead him down here if he ever showed up, make him witness the distress he caused, ~~the pain.~~ He would probably attack him.

She didn't know that she'd step in to help. She sighed again. "I apologize for that, I didn't know the name would cause that. I won't mention it again."

Her tracker will show something vast around her, as if hiding in the walls themselves. Like a tube of some sort... or a worm? Nothing but a hollow maw?

The tunnels themselves seem to tremble in pain. Every part of him hurts, far too much to hold any sort of form. He never wants to hear that name again, and he also wants to hear it over and over, to make it every part of himself.

She glanced at her tracker, strange, her being surrounded by something, but also, not in fear. He took her anger surprisingly well.

Was he hurting? Was emotional pain physical for shadows? Could shadows cry? He was not a a test subject, she could find someone else for that. She just needed to... fuck she didn't know how to help. For someone who mimics who she's around, having nothing there was hard to read.

"What do you want? Truely?"

"Why are you asking?" Again, that voice in her ear, from everywhere and nowhere, sounding so old and tired when his ego's still not nineteen years old.

"What I want doesn't matter. That much was made clear."

This time the voice didn't scare her, but she felt a little ping of pain from hearing him like that.

"What you want does matter." She sighed. "I do what I want, but end of the day it's Goro's-" She cut herself off, needing to readjust her thoughts. "Your wants should matter to those who are at least somewhat decent human beings." She wouldn't say those who cared, because that would only end badly.

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