[Infatuation is all he'll bother calling it, he's not interested in what actual affection the strange, childish man might have for him--so he'll leave it at that.
When Eichi mentions being worried about him, however, he only laughs.]
You don't have to worry about me. You can't kill what's already dead, and if he causes too much trouble I'll send him to his own grave. [He IS still death, even if him and Eichi talk... more civilly than Reaper talks to most other people.]
I'm not afraid of his strange drug. I'm not afraid of the truths he's asking for. I just don't feel like telling him any of them.
[Sombra... that name, of all things Eichi has said... his head tips down a little.]
He needs to quit asking about Sombra, especially. If he knows what's good for him.
[It's small--the next gesture he makes... but enough to be a little telling. Fingers of those clawed gauntlets moving over the bottom of his mask as he settles where he's sitting. Thoughtful, quiet.]
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When Eichi mentions being worried about him, however, he only laughs.]
You don't have to worry about me. You can't kill what's already dead, and if he causes too much trouble I'll send him to his own grave. [He IS still death, even if him and Eichi talk... more civilly than Reaper talks to most other people.]
I'm not afraid of his strange drug. I'm not afraid of the truths he's asking for. I just don't feel like telling him any of them.
[Sombra... that name, of all things Eichi has said... his head tips down a little.]
He needs to quit asking about Sombra, especially.
If he knows what's good for him.
[It's small--the next gesture he makes... but enough to be a little telling. Fingers of those clawed gauntlets moving over the bottom of his mask as he settles where he's sitting. Thoughtful, quiet.]