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[anovelidea]

[He gets a confirmation that his red is audible, because Ikuko laughs right when he thinks it. And Featherine immediately scratches it out. The red truth in his mind falls apart in an instant.]

What a weak truth. Living on that kind of foundation is pathetic. Here's the truth. Rules can be changed, but you will always break them. Escape from your duty is impossible.

[She does not question the seal. But, again, it's only 'not at all' because it feels like she already sees it.

She offers a hand.] Come. I wish to speak with you.

[leviathaned]

My duty's what I define it as.

[It's a knee-jerk reaction he is definitely going to regret later, but he does mean it, defiant and stubborn and stupid as he is.

He's too young to know any better, I'm sorry.]

...Of course, ma'am. [He hesitates on her hand only for a moment because that's ungentlemanly, before he takes it.

[anovelidea]

Logic error. By nature, you'll break your own imposed rule. Which means your very existence cannot define your duty.

[There's no reds or pens moving, though her hand holding the quill twitches. It's only a whim that means he didn't get erased there. And, even with his rule-breaking powers, that feeling is unbreakable.

--Whim over. When she takes his hand, it shatters in her grip. Bones may very well have not existed to her.] Remember well, my miko is the only one allowed to speak rudely to me. Understood, child?

[leviathaned]

I meant no disrespect, ma'am, truly. [If she can pick up his thought reds, she'll probably hear him clamp the fuck down on the start of a blue in a reflex known to many as the "for fuck's sake, me, shut up" maneuver.]

It has simply been...a long time since anyone required any sort of manners. I'm afraid I might be somewhat rusty.

[He doesn't show any signs of pain from his broken hand--the bones are already realigning and reforming, and if nothing else, he is a stubborn bastard.

Besides he's been paid to have worse than his hand broken.]