[ mammon is a good demon who doesn't deserve this. but by the time she's returned, brilith is just... angry. angry and upset, and her voice is hoarse. ]
How can I, when he'll be killed tomorrow for nothing?
[Human death...doesn't mean a lot to demons. People die all the time. Demons live for years and years and years. They prey on humans. Feed on them, sometimes literally. Maybe if he had come here several months ago, he'd be more callous. What does a human life, matter, anyways...?]
[But now...]
It was the actual killer that did this. Distracted us, I think. Like, if we had caught the actual guy... [But nothing went right, horse murder and all...] I don't know. It's...it's just a mess.
[ she has no direction. there's no way someone is just... going to walk around with scales on them, eating the body parts of anyone who gets in their way. but she promised asch she'd try, and she refuses to give up on that. ]
Maybe they did distract us, but we have to find out how. We have to find them so they can't do this again. Otherwise Asch will die for nothing.
[He meets her eyes with that statement. Yeah. She's right. They have to play by the rules, still, and in the meantime, make sure this doesn't happen again. Somehow...but what can he do? Even with everything at his disposal...?]
[Mammon shakes his head slightly, but reaches forward, resting a hand on her shoulder. Sure, deep down, he doesn't care about Asch. A death is a death. People die all the time for stupid, inconsequential reasons such as being too suspicious or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But people around him are sad. Upset. People that he will never admit that he actually has a bit of a soft spot for.]
[Brilith is one of them.]
Yeah. We will. I'll help to make sure of that.[A short nod.] L-Let's try not to let this happen again.
[ even though she said that, even though mammon agrees, brilith just sort of... deflates, voice turning soft. ]
I don't even know where to start looking for the one who did it. We didn't even really have any suspects. But there has to be something we missed. If there's anything we can do to keep them from hurting someone else, we have to do it.
[ it takes a great effort to hold back from snapping at him that no, they obviously didn't do everything right because someone innocent is about to die - but it's not mammon's fault. he did try, very much so, and brilith does appreciate that. but did it matter, in the end?
it's what he says next that spurs her to speak with a shake of her head. ]
Don't break them. Please. I don't want you to end up like the others did.
I know you will. You've been helping us so much... [ she looks away, unable to meet his eyes. ] I'm sorry, Mammon. I shouldn't... I don't mean to sound like I don't believe in you.
[He gesture for her to follow him in the room. Once she does so, he moves to the table, pointing down at it.]
[There's a fan on it. (As in, the type of fan that NHS carries around.) The quality is maybe not as good as it can be, since the illustration on it is made with kids' paint, but it's still clearly done by someone who knew what they were doing. The illustration depicts dawn breaking through the night.]
[ vague, perhaps, but shebhas a few ideas who that could mean. she picks up the fan to inspect the art a little closer. kid's paint or not, the illustration brings a small smile to her face. ]
[He shrugs. He doesn't know if his painting is good or not. It would probably allow the folding.]
He came by earlier and said something about how it was important for you to get it to give ya hope, but he couldn't tell you himself because it would make you insecure...
[ maybe if he would stop! avoiding her questions! it wouldn’t be so bad! but the more he does things like this - dancing around her and making promises like this when they can’t do anything - the more it feels like he still doesn’t fully believe in her, and that stings.
haa… guess that just proves him right, though. but it’s nothing brilith can change, so. instead of dwelling on it, she gives mammon a bright smile. it’s always better to do that than to let someone worry about her, after all, and mammon seems… a bit uneasy, right now. maybe it’ll reassure him, too. ]
Thank you, Mammon. If you see him again soon, tell him that he owes you ten forks.
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