Have I ever suggested otherwise? Does anything about me give anyone the idea that I'm a good candidate for the admiral's little shitshow? If he wants better results, make better decisions.
"Because you are so above humans?" he mutters. "I know, I know." And when the tea is finished, he stands up again, leaving the cat briefly before bringing a cup to Envy. "It's too late in the evening for your holier than thou nonsense, isn't it?"
Envy's thoughts were on the utter alien-ness of humans in that particular moment, but if Daniel's going to be prickly about it, he can, too. He crosses his arms. "I can leave."
[He's touchy at the moment. Not because of the admiral's troubles. He honestly doesn't care. But people keep poking at him and expecting him to react like a human.]
"You brought up being above the animals that you keep around on purpose," Envy points out, a bit testy. He doesn't care about the news from the admiral, but he's not really above being affected by the general mood, and some patterns are getting to him. "It was more justified than usual, honestly."
"Perhaps. I'm - I don't like being here like this," he says softly. "Just because you want to end your life with blackness and darkness doesn't mean that it's easy for me to accept that. Xie Lian said that it's a possibility and - and I don't want that." He knows that Envy is the last person he should go to when he wants comfort, but his presence is that way anyway. Even if he spends most of his time being grumpy.
Envy has, reluctantly, been giving this subject actual thought lately. "That's because you're a human. And don't get snotty about it. I have a point. You have limited time and a big fuss when you come into existence and another one when you go, and all that growing in between. Of course you're sentimental. I'm a tool. I was built exactly as I am. We get used until we break, and if we can't take it anymore, we break ourselves."
Well. Ain't promising I won't give up, or you won't disappear. I can only control what I fucking can.
I'll bring you back something nice from my travels. What do you want? And don't say 'human flesh' or 'fifteen knives' or something fucking stupid like that.
[He's not even going to pretend that this isn't a hit. He is mad enough that consequences don't matter.]
Can you help me with someone? Kikimora. Very small. Not human. She took my damned tooth and threatened me because I fought back. I didn't even do anything!
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