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. . . Oh, please. These things won't kill you any faster than anything else couldโif I really felt responsible, I wouldn't have offered.
Just don't go getting yourself killed. Then I'd lose sleep.
We may not be thick as thieves, but you're important to me.
We're family.
I trust my life in your handsโthough, I guess if anything we should probably trust Vivi more.
( He tries to will away the fluster, did she really have to go and say "big brother" like that? )
I'd be shocked if there was someone else who fit the role better than me.
( There's a dry smirk at the corner of her lips when Kilian briefly chokes. )
Don't die now, I'm not so good at keeping things alive.
( A dry joke. )
Yeah, I guess you are.
( He takes the cigarette back, dragging from it like he's going to say something horrid if he doesn't. By the time he exhales, the urge is mostly gone. )
Surely you could find a viable donor. Or Vivi could find you one.
Hah. Like a ragdoll.
( He watches her take the cigarette, watches her smoke. She's pretty wound up. What a horrible life it must be, feeling that stressed all the time. )
Keeping chivalry alive through offering tobacco to the lady,
( He laughs. Generously offering her lung cancer. )
Ha! Maybe you would, too. If only we didn't lose so much time. Maybe we'd hate each other more.
( But he has the upper hand.
Her next words make him cough, choke on nothing but smoke and an inhale. )
. . . WโWell, I'm the closest thing you've got, aren't I?
Too bad things couldn't be that simple. I think you'd make a fun rival, you know.
Maybe we're not close in a way I could call you 'big brother', but ...
( Maybe she just wishes she had someone to lean on. Someone closer in age. Best she had was Val, and Kilian, even then. ) (+)
( Kilian watches her hand play with the lighter, narrows his eyesโhe takes a drag of his cigarette before holding it out to her, offering. He won't say it out loud, but she looks like she needs it. )
We want the same thing. Kindred spirits, I suppose. If we were any younger, I guess that would make us rivals in love.
( He laughs, but it's really not that funny. They're both lucky their relationship is this tepidโthey could be worse to each other, share a hatred. )
Hah ... If anyone gets it, it's you.
( She offers a faint smile at the gratitude; this weird push-and-pull between them. They don't love each other, but dare it be said there's an unusually shaped respect, or recognition between them. ) (+)
( But they don't. He can be rude to her, but he doesn't think he could have the capacity to hate her. )
Everyone has their limits. Some things are just too cruel, to far out.
Our ancestors didn't feel the same.
Everyone in our families combined are evil, as far as I'm concerned. My parents were not exempt.
Hahaโyes, the same goes for me. We have a lot to atone for.
( One hand holding his cigarette between two fingers, the other cradling the cross around his neck. )
Because we all know what you really want.
( Cigarette in his mouth, he leans forward to light it with her flame. In the second that he closes that distance, he looks up at her through his bangs before pulling away. A soft "thank you" muttered. )
Well, yes.
Mind you, I'm picky as sin.
( Seeing Kilian dig, Noliรฉ meets him partway, fishing out one of her lighters. Offering its flame. )
Sometimes even both.
. . . Yeah, you too. Dying would mean I'd get off too easily for my own sins, yeah?