[It's next week's lunch, though by the time Rutile sees the arm in the freezer next it'll be missing all its fingers and the hand. The fingers are the easiest to eat raw, after all.
He talks to Yue before he meets with Rutile. He feels like shit, having to trust their secrets to someone else. And, no matter what, he can't try to bury their secret by hurting them. Rutile's done nothing wrong except have shitty luck. The thought of shattering them and hiding the pieces never occurs to Dylas.
This only leaves including them.]
Get in here.
[When Rutile raps at his door, his answer is short, agitated. He'd been waiting for them to stop by whenever, and he knows this conversation would be easier without Yue. When they enter, they'll find Dylas' room is the same as always. He's stolen a mattress from one of the other rooms to give himself plenty of room to lay, and there are a fair number of lamps and books. He has most of them on; he prefers being warm for obvious reasons.]
Sit down wherever you want. I don't care.
[He's nervous. Scared, too, because trusting people is hard, but not even he recognizes that.]
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[It's next week's lunch, though by the time Rutile sees the arm in the freezer next it'll be missing all its fingers and the hand. The fingers are the easiest to eat raw, after all.
He talks to Yue before he meets with Rutile. He feels like shit, having to trust their secrets to someone else. And, no matter what, he can't try to bury their secret by hurting them. Rutile's done nothing wrong except have shitty luck. The thought of shattering them and hiding the pieces never occurs to Dylas.
This only leaves including them.]
Get in here.
[When Rutile raps at his door, his answer is short, agitated. He'd been waiting for them to stop by whenever, and he knows this conversation would be easier without Yue. When they enter, they'll find Dylas' room is the same as always. He's stolen a mattress from one of the other rooms to give himself plenty of room to lay, and there are a fair number of lamps and books. He has most of them on; he prefers being warm for obvious reasons.]
Sit down wherever you want. I don't care.
[He's nervous. Scared, too, because trusting people is hard, but not even he recognizes that.]