( 03 ) video ✵ i got six friends and they all know your name

[stacked]

So, look, I get everybody's all jazzed about that list or whatever, and people wanna do the mourning thing. All good, have at it.

What I'm wondering though, is what we got working to find out who helped the dead dude get that way. Still pretty new around here so I don't know what you got rigged up already, but where I'm from something like this happens we mount up before there's a dead guy number two.

[ so that was... kind of a job application. if you tilt your head and squint. and to seal the deal. ]

Wouldn't mind helping out.

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[saidhe]

[ Yes, a secret he just shared with the whole network, okay. ] It does, as a matter of fact, so I will hold onto those dreams in a vice-like grip.

Dead guy number three, for any record. [ He props his chin on a fist. ] And a various number of other potentials.

[stacked]

[ nobody asked you, fancypants. keep it zipped. ] Your unit, I'm not gonna tell you how hard to grab it. Maybe twist your wrist on the upstroke is all.

[ from butt stuff to masturbation. ah, the delicate and refined talks these two have. ]

Murder number three or just body number three? [ she sprawls out on her bed, limbs thrown every which way and still somehow managing to look graceful for it. ] You mean the people who just go missing.

[saidhe]

Oh, well, certainly if one wants to add variety to their debauchery.

[ Implied: I do. Also implied: Way to make the Victorian gentleman think about masturbation. Classy friends. ]

Body number three. [ He submits, and then pauses a beat. ] Depending on whom it is you're asking, I suppose, at the end of the day. [ Because, no, he really doesn't believe in these kinds of accidents. ] Why does it bother so few, how many are merely gone with no trace behind, no word otherwise? Some would certainly give word.

[stacked]

Who doesn't?

[ they can exchange bff necklaces next week. one half will say mother, the other fucker.

...holmes gets mother. ]

All right, not bad. [ or faith you could show some sorrow for life lost-- no? okay then. ] I figure they're all dead already, but people keep calling 'em missing.

[ she shrugs, like 'what can you do? amateurs' because again: classy and respectful. ] Whatever gets 'em through.

[saidhe]

I suppose those who don't commit to their debauchery well enough.

[ except can they please actually ]

People like their optimism, the buoy to cling to in something otherwise hopeless. [ And he pauses a moment, picks at a nail because she's voicing something aloud that he realizes he hasn't really been allowing himself to admit, and that's not something he does. ] But then I imagine the lack of reason is just as jarring as their being dead!

[stacked]

So, losers. All right.

[ faith will pour kraft glue and glitter all over the halves herself.

...her face expresses exactly what she thinks about optimism. ] I figure I made it past twenty, everything's gravy now. [ slayers: awesome muscle tone, teeeeeeeeeny tiny shelf life. ] But hey, I guess if everybody wants to play the let's pretend game about what's going down here, not my job to stop them.

[ this is her mature face. ]

[saidhe]

Accurate a word as any.

[ and thus their bling will shine on ]

With the way you fight, it's some sense of pride you've made it even thus far. [ That's a compliment. It doesn't exactly sound like it, but hey, he's had a way longer shelf life than he expected of himself too. ]

You know what may be worse than the pretending game? Inexorably worse, actually: Uncertainty. Why anyone would willingly choose such is beyond my reasoning.

[stacked]

Could use judgey freaking virgins instead.

[ not that she's pissed at edgeworth or anything. ]

Kicked your ass pretty good. [ but there's an odd lack of bitterness there; faith views her impending death with a sort of lazy acceptance, tempered with the need to cram as much redemption as she can into the time she has left, with a few pit stops for the other kind of cramming she wants to get in before it's all said and done. ]

Some people just can't deal. [ she shrugs, again. ] Must be nice for them.

[saidhe]

Honestly, Faith, I might almost say you've something on your mind.

[ nope not in the slightest ]

The very first time we met, imagine. [ He eyes her knowingly, because, honestly, they didn't even have any particular reason, just a shared need to beat the shit out of something. ] It wasn't an insult to your style, you must realize. [ And he's not giving you another compliment so stick it up your BUTT, Faith. ]

The price is ignorance. It's not all too nice.

[stacked]

I'm five by five.

[ this is code for RLY MAD THO apparently. ]

You were asking for it. [ protip: this is her way of being affectionate, the awkward taunting. she is both healthy and well-adjusted, why do you ask. ] Nah, I got you. Just like reminding you how hard you went down, is all.

[ the faith of a few years ago wasn't self aware enough to know that she's a walking disaster. this one is-- she's just not great at correcting any of the non-illegal behaviors. not murdering is hard you guys. ]

Guess not.

[saidhe]

If that's some sort of reference, you know I won't understand it.

[ seriously what are you talking about FAITH ]

And I, [ concede to this like an adult human being and can simultaneously respect the fact that you beat me and also talk, in jest, about the fight and my consequential loss at the hands of a girl, ] don't.

[ Luckily, Holmes thrives in illegal. Not so much the murder, usually, but at least she's largely in like company. ]

But supposedly it's bliss. [ Like he has a clue. ]

[stacked]

Means 'fine'.

[ LEAVE HER ALONE SHE TALKS NORMAL GOD ]

Well then-- guess it just sucks to be you, old man. [ :D :D :D???? ]

Everybody's real happy right up 'till they're not. [ inspiring words with faith lehane. ]