A horrible feeling builds in Kou's throat. His lips tremble, and despair crawls up his chest as he lets out a horrified cackle that builds in volume.
Or is it a sob?
"Of course he'd do this," he mutters to himself, forcing his legs forwards- at least his fucking tape is here, now. "Fuck, what did I expect?"
"Indeed. What did you expect?" Kou startles as the cognition speaks, its voice mild, but friendly. "I could have given this to you earlier, you know?"
"What?"
The cognition smiles at him, tilting its head in a distinctly detective prince way that would charm anyone- if they didn't know better. "Of course, Kou-nii. You know I want what's best for you, right?"
Kou shudders as Goro's voice echoes off the walls again, howling in despair, how he doesn't want to die.
"Give me my tape," Kou commands, hoarsely, but the cognition only laughs.
"Oh, no- I can't, really. Not yet, anyway." It smiles at him. "You know what I want, right? What you want, most of all?"
Kou tastes bile in his throat.
"All you need to do is let yourself be cured," it says, and Kou grits his teeth. "You can have your tape, and then, we can be happy forever, without any pain to weigh us down.
"Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
It's horrible. The words that this- this caricature of his brother is spouting, with his voice, with his face, making Kou want to scream-
"My brother would never say that," he spits, and the cognition frowns sadly, demurely, before sighing.
"Seems you can't have your tape back yet, then."
Motherfu-
"Give it HERE!" Kou shouts, lurching forward with his sword, swinging it in a wide arc- but the cognition merely jumps- no, damn near floats backwards and out of the way, still holding Kou's tape, still looking like a kicked puppy with his brother's face, and Kou screams, trying again- only to be stopped in his tracks by a tentacle. It wraps around his sword arm, holding him in place, and the thing with Goro's face tuts in disappointment.
"How truly saddening," it sighs, giving him such a melancholic look that it scratches Kou raw under his skin, "you need only accept this- me, and we could have it all..."
Blue fire bursts out from behind it, and Kou's throat dries out as Loki's shadowy form- or an approximation, at least- hovers in the air, red-hot sword spinning.
"I suppose a little more persuasion is in order."
Kou's efforts to break free double, but the tentacle holds fast, and Goro's voice echoes-
2/2
Or is it a sob?"Of course he'd do this," he mutters to himself, forcing his legs forwards- at least his fucking tape is here, now. "Fuck, what did I expect?"
"Indeed. What did you expect?" Kou startles as the cognition speaks, its voice mild, but friendly. "I could have given this to you earlier, you know?"
"What?"
The cognition smiles at him, tilting its head in a distinctly detective prince way that would charm anyone- if they didn't know better. "Of course, Kou-nii. You know I want what's best for you, right?"
Kou shudders as Goro's voice echoes off the walls again, howling in despair, how he doesn't want to die.
"Give me my tape," Kou commands, hoarsely, but the cognition only laughs.
"Oh, no- I can't, really. Not yet, anyway." It smiles at him. "You know what I want, right? What you want, most of all?"
Kou tastes bile in his throat.
"All you need to do is let yourself be cured," it says, and Kou grits his teeth. "You can have your tape, and then, we can be happy forever, without any pain to weigh us down.
"Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
It's horrible. The words that this- this caricature of his brother is spouting, with his voice, with his face, making Kou want to scream-
"My brother would never say that," he spits, and the cognition frowns sadly, demurely, before sighing.
"Seems you can't have your tape back yet, then."
Motherfu-
"Give it HERE!" Kou shouts, lurching forward with his sword, swinging it in a wide arc- but the cognition merely jumps- no, damn near floats backwards and out of the way, still holding Kou's tape, still looking like a kicked puppy with his brother's face, and Kou screams, trying again- only to be stopped in his tracks by a tentacle. It wraps around his sword arm, holding him in place, and the thing with Goro's face tuts in disappointment.
"How truly saddening," it sighs, giving him such a melancholic look that it scratches Kou raw under his skin, "you need only accept this- me, and we could have it all..."
Blue fire bursts out from behind it, and Kou's throat dries out as Loki's shadowy form- or an approximation, at least- hovers in the air, red-hot sword spinning.
"I suppose a little more persuasion is in order."
Kou's efforts to break free double, but the tentacle holds fast, and Goro's voice echoes-
"Eigaon."