Why not? I wanted to talk to you anyways. I'll be right over.
[He stays on the line for a few moments before hanging up, leaving his block, and walking over to Kaworu's; it takes a few minutes before his arrival's announced by a knock on Kaworu's door.]
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[Kaworu seems to have been waiting patiently all the while, because he was. A single knock prompts him to open the door, appearing as content as ever. They may as well be at a hotel on the beach in Miami.]
Hello, Travis Touchdown. Would you like to come inside?
[That, really wouldn't have been so bad. Even if Kaworu lacks a reason to be dead, as long as these conditions remain, death and what happened back there wasn't quite the same. Truly being able to die, it's a privilege none are to experience here.
with like, what, one exception so far?]
Were there many with you? Survivors, that is. As long as we're trapped here, death is something fabricated at best.
Travis shakes his head. 'Many', yeah-- more like him and one other, if you didn't count the sadistic fucker who'd killed one of the kids in their block then showed up to gloat about it.]
I don't know how many of us got out, but in my block it was just me and Deadpool.
...And I'd normally think that. But all the bodies stayed.
[In place of 'that sucks' or 'sorry to hear it' because he's still not completely sold on the Death Is Bad concept yet. Then again, celebrating those who lived is supposed to be grim, too. That's indicative of them having killed someone, something like that.]
Even so, it wasn't permanent.
[Couldn't...call it resting, though. What is CONSCIOUSLY resting anyway? More importantly:]
[After being aware of the disappearing body rule for so long, he might've jumped to conclusions in his state of panic.] Shoulda just stuck to what I knew, huh.
[As for Jesse? Hell, Jesse'd fared worse than he had in there.]
He died too, but... he's back. Like the rest of 'em. I don't know what the point of any of this bullshit is, as always; feels like they're just getting mean about it now.
[Kaworu should probably feel remorse or something like that, with respect to Jesse and all. If anything, he's just surprised the guy died if he was traveling with Travis? Which may not have been a permanent thing to begin with. They would've had to hold hands the entire time, for one, and that's gay.]
How unfortunate. [He can offer that much, it's what any of the Lilin would say.]
It must be necessary, for their tests. Research can be cruel. Their regard for us is very limited.
[But the Yao's at least know them by name...er, probably.]
[He can't disagree with that. Travis grunts in assent, even if it's obviously distasteful to him: like a bad sci-fi dystopia, he thinks, but without the benefit of Harrison Ford in a starring role.]
So you're okay with somebody walking up and killing you?
[Having someone approach him with murderous intent as always been relevant. In Haven, it's just something that's more uh, frequent as of late. Dying for a cause is part of his lifecycle.]
For me, having to contend with the opposite is worse.
[IE: Living, but only through someone else's suffering.]
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[Or so says a small Ikari child.]
I'd like to know how you're faring, Travis Touchdown, at your earliest convenience.
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Kaworu. [Of course he'd call. If anything, Kaworu's reliable for that.] Man. I'm the one who should be asking you the same thing.
Where are you? I'm not doin' anything right now.
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Hello, Travis Touchdown.
[Rather than having the opportunity to ask about his...state of being, Kaworu's promptly distracted by implied hanging out]
Would you like to spend some time together? I'm in my quarters.
[Arranging canned food.]
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Why not? I wanted to talk to you anyways. I'll be right over.
[He stays on the line for a few moments before hanging up, leaving his block, and walking over to Kaworu's; it takes a few minutes before his arrival's announced by a knock on Kaworu's door.]
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Hello, Travis Touchdown. Would you like to come inside?
ITS OK.... NO JUDGMENT
I see you're back in commission, Kaworu. [Travis obliges, stepping inside.]
Are you, uh... are you okay?
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That's right. Were you worried for me?
[He leans past Travis for a sec, just to close the door. Y'know. For privacy.]
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Yeah. There were bodies everywhere... those of us who made it out thought everyone was gone for good.
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with like, what, one exception so far?]Were there many with you? Survivors, that is. As long as we're trapped here, death is something fabricated at best.
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an exception he's only vaguely heard about, yes.Travis shakes his head. 'Many', yeah-- more like him and one other, if you didn't count the sadistic fucker who'd killed one of the kids in their block then showed up to gloat about it.]
I don't know how many of us got out, but in my block it was just me and Deadpool.
...And I'd normally think that. But all the bodies stayed.
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[In place of 'that sucks' or 'sorry to hear it' because he's still not completely sold on the Death Is Bad concept yet. Then again, celebrating those who lived is supposed to be grim, too. That's indicative of them having killed someone, something like that.]
Even so, it wasn't permanent.
[Couldn't...call it resting, though. What is CONSCIOUSLY resting anyway? More importantly:]
What of your companion, Jesse?
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[After being aware of the disappearing body rule for so long, he might've jumped to conclusions in his state of panic.] Shoulda just stuck to what I knew, huh.
[As for Jesse? Hell, Jesse'd fared worse than he had in there.]
He died too, but... he's back. Like the rest of 'em. I don't know what the point of any of this bullshit is, as always; feels like they're just getting mean about it now.
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How unfortunate. [He can offer that much, it's what any of the Lilin would say.]
It must be necessary, for their tests. Research can be cruel. Their regard for us is very limited.
[But the Yao's at least know them by name...er, probably.]
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They were waiting for us to kill each other. I'd put down money that some of them watched this like it was some sick reality TV show.
Kaworu, who stabbed you?
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[As for the second tidbit...]
It was very dark, but given our guidelines, I doubt it was someone from the Yao Corporation.
...It's alright. Something like that was necessary, because of those guidelines.
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So you're okay with somebody walking up and killing you?
[Himself aside.]
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[Having someone approach him with murderous intent as always been relevant. In Haven, it's just something that's more uh, frequent as of late. Dying for a cause is part of his lifecycle.]
For me, having to contend with the opposite is worse.
[IE: Living, but only through someone else's suffering.]
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[Travis shoots Kaworu a look that's somewhere between confusion and sympathy.]
One of these days we're gonna have to teach you how self-preservation works.
[Not that Travis knows it all that well himself, but hey.]
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[HEY, IF TRAVIS WANTS HIM TO LEARN, Kaworu can certainly try (and ultimately fail). This is funny, though, coming from an executioner...]
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[HEY HE'S NOT...... always........... killing people.....]
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[Apparently it's bad to feel sad about death and stuff.]
If you'd be willing to show me, I would appreciate it.