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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[No recording. Envy doesn't want to talk to any stupid humans.]

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[cobbledtogetherenvy]

I don't know, who cares? There was a whole year in there. Don't you mortal maggots care about those?

[thefatedpath]

Of course we do.

Though..."Mortal"? Implying that you are not mortal?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Wow, you're clever.

[thefatedpath]

And you're sarcastic. Clearly.

Now. Considering you dislike mortals so much, what exactly is it that you dislike about them?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

You're dumb, useless, emotional, illogical, hypocritical, excitable, and I could go on all day. Sometimes you make decent toys, but you're not really worth the trouble. If Father didn't need you for raw materials we'd have already found a way to wipe you out back home, and I hope he did exactly that the second the plan came together.

[thefatedpath]

Yes, we can be some of those things on occasion. No one is without their flaws.

If that is how you describe mortals, then how would you describe yourself?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

A homunculus.

[Yes, he's being deliberately obtuse.]

[thefatedpath]

Oh, what a detailed description. You have so many words to describe mortals but only that many for yourself?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

It's what I am. There were only ever seven real ones, and we're not a lot alike. Better than humans, busy with our mission, tired of you already, there.

[thefatedpath]

'Tired' yet you keep talking.

So could these other homunculi be considered to your 'family' of sorts? You referred to someone named Father after all.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Good point, I can just stop.

[thefatedpath]

You could. But would you really deprive yourself of telling a mere mortal how inferior they are?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[No response.]

Spam!

[thefatedpath]

[ Very well. She sets out immediately to find them. Hear that stomping down the hall? It's probably Alisaie heading in your direction. ]

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[He doesn't care enough to be hiding from her. He's still death tolling just a little, his form wobbly and uncooperative, and there's a great deal of can't be bothered in his general air. She finds him flopped on a sofa in a common room, heels on the wall and head hanging upside-down of the cushions. He does not look up when she enters.]

[thefatedpath]

[ Alisaie goes right over and looks down on him from her vantage point of standing up. ]

Come now, did a mere conversation wear you out that much?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Oh, it's you.

[thefatedpath]

Indeed.

It seemed that you would prefer a conversation in person, so I am here to oblige.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

It doesn't really matter to me what you do. You can talk if it makes you feel better.

[thefatedpath]

[ So she takes a seat by the couch and crosses her legs in front of her. ]

Strange to think I've been here over a year. I know that time moves differently, but I can't help but hope my brother is not getting into some sort of trouble. It is enough to make one homesick.

[ She glances back. ]

What of you? You never mentioned if those like you and your Father were family, so do you miss them?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Ha.

[Absurd on the face of it, but also he wants to annoy her.]

[thefatedpath]

Then that is a 'no'?

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

Some of them haven't made direct attempts to kill me, I guess.

[thefatedpath]

Even indirect attempts are still attempts. Even so, I hope it has not come to that.

[cobbledtogetherenvy]

[This is so spectacularly absurd. Some people are too dumb to bother with. Envy crosses his hands behind his head (which can't be comfortable, at his bizarre angle) and returns to ignoring her.]